Sleepless Summer Night

   

   

       Air was still, night starry with the moon sending silvery streaks of light. Sweat was tickling along my body as I lay there in the terrace counting stars. 

       The humming of mosquitoes in my ears added to my inspiration. They were busy sucking blood. The night watchman came on regular rounds. He would bang his stick hard and wake me up. How could I be expected to sleep in such circumstances. 

       I felt that my blood was boiling. No sooner had I done this the mosquitoes attacked me and pierced their sharp needles ruthlessly in my body. All this was becoming terrible and no longer bearable. The street dogs were up to their antics roaming here and there causing disturbance. I got up from my bed and saw the streets. All seemed to be asleep expect me. I was badly suffering from the stings of Summer.

 

        Time was passing at snail's pace. I took turns in my bed. With an effort I closed my eyes but something frightened me to open my eyes. The ghosts seem to be coming out of the darkness of the night. 

         I felt like ancient Mariner who saw his friends lying dead on the deck and bore the loneliness and frustration. How did I wish for the dawn!.... 

         As I was tired I had a short nap, half awake and half asleep. The mosquitoes seemed to me owls hovering around me. I was thirsty, my lips were dry and an angel offered me water but as I took it, my mouth seemed to be filled with sand. As I opened my eyes I found myself on the ground licking dust. 

        Sleep is balm and sleeplessness is the worst punishment. 

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