S - Insomnia

Insomnia

I had been very busy the whole day and I needed a good night's sleep.
After supper I crept into my bed waiting for sleep to overcome me. But
sleep did not come to me instead it kept me waiting. I tossed in my
bed, feeling tired and restless. I looked out of the open window and
saw the beautiful full moon in the sky. The moonlight flooded the room
with its cool and calm radiance. Lying silently on my bed I looked at
the moon through the open window, its round shape telling me that it
was a full moon night

The white clouds drifted in the sky, the wind helping them to sail and
hide the moon now and then from my sight. I felt as though the moon was
playing a game of hide and seek with me and looked calm and happy high
up in the sky.

Lying on my bed I looked at the wall in front of me. I could see shadow
puppetry on the white washed wall made from the shadows of the leaves
and the branches of the trees with the help of the moonbeam. In this
hour of sleeplessness, I caught a glimpse of this art form which is
dying, on my bedroom wall.

This quiet hour of the night, I heard the barking of the stray dog and
the sound of the whistle of the night watchman, the shrill sound of the
whistle pierced into my ears. I felt restless and tired and only sleep
was the pill I needed. Bedtime stories had put me to sleep when I was a
child but now things have changed. I have spent hours telling those
bedtime stories to my children to put them to sleep. I smiled at myself
when I remembered some of those stories from 'The Arabian Nights and
Thakurma's Jhuli (Grandma's Tales)'. I had drifted into the land of
bedtime stories and I don't know when I fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning I got up very late. I felt happy in remembering those
moments of sleeplessness I had the previous night. Something so
different had crossed my mind in my state of insomnia.