Cries to the God, merciful murmurs, iconic tones of pain, tossing and turning whole night.
Crumpled sheets, body loaded with ointments and creams & not to forget the disheveled hair. Whole night of dancing limbs, uttering nonsense, state of delusion and visual disarray. An alarmed state of confusion and losing of the rational mind. Sudden bouts of slumber. Sudden tears of joy, giggles and cries. Singing night long the sounds of Hai Ram & Hare Krishna.
Aaaaaahhhh…..I have been down with long fever & flu.
As good as dead for a week
Maybe it was to make me realise that the spirit had infinite facets and it can travel wherever your mind allows it to. And like death, illness raises lots of philosophical issues.
After so much all I need is a place to slide down in silence and close my eyes…………
