For some reasons quite unknown even to myself, last night I found myself terribly disheartened. An intense sense of undesired frustration seemed to be benumbing all my five senses, dragging my thinking ability down to a level where it was very hard for me to realize what made me feel so. I could distinctly hear my heart throbbing at least 10 times faster than it usually does, making me terrified enough as to feel that I was perhaps, God forbid, nearing something very untoward!
The clock on the wall stroke 11. In search of some tranquility, I resolved not to confine myself within the four walls of my room, no matter what the time was.
On getting out, I started walking towards the vast field which is not so far away from our residence. In a while, I discovered myself wandering in the lonely field, with no human being hanging around. An eerie silence was prevailing everywhere, while the limitless sky resting h-i-g-h above me seemed to be sleeping an unconscious sleep. There was no moon in the sky making the environment around me even more dreadful than I expected it to be. At that time, it would not be surprising if any ghostly figure popped up before me out of nowhere, scaring me out of my wits. Fortunately that didn't happen. Rather, the feeling of excruciating frustration I was seized with just before my coming out, felt to be fleeting away slowly, although the quite opposite was supposed to happen. Wonder-struck, I happened to feel no sense of unknown grief working in me any longer, no boredom afflicting my inner-self, no vacillation taking place in my mind. What in fact occurred to me is that I was getting myself inextricably mingled with the darkness dominating my surroundings, only to step into an enlightened world in my imagination, where there was dream everywhere-- dream without sleep.
It was now 12. I couldn't notice how a whole hour passed in the mean time. Though a bit reluctant, I had to start back to my residence with the assurance that I was going...