I hate those darn nights when sleep goes on an indefinite strike. Oh, how I hate them!!!
Last night was one such night when I felt that I was the only living soul alienated from slumber. Tossed and turned. Tried to sleep with the pillow under my head, at my side, over my eyes and after some time, out of sheer frustration, threw it upon the floor. Yes, I tried counting those stupid sheep too. I even counted cows and goats but at the end I was lying wide awake with my eyes fixed to the ceiling. How I hated last night.
All sorts of strange, weird and even psychotic thoughts were littering my brain, or whatever was left of it. I even fancied the idea of digging a hole into the ground and going on to hibernate, for all seasons unlike those animals who dislike only winter, but then the thought of missing out on a few faces restrained me from taking that drastic step.
Ahhhh.. faces.. huhh?? No wonder! Then that was what it was.. hmmm.. Why is it so that just the mere sight of those very faces which used to calm all the tempests in one's life, suddenly on one fine day, raise a tornado which sweeps away the sleep of several nights? Any answers or even suggestions?? I bet even you are searching for the same.
Don't worry. We all are together in this - The Eternal Quest.
