Raju lifted his head. Rubbing his eyes, he wrinkled his temple and held a palm over there as support. He still hadn’t opened his eyes. The dim kerosene lamp on a slim wooden stand behind him was still burning and lighting the room. One could see the round shadow of Raju’s head supported by a stand like object on the wall before Raju. It was nearly 7 p.m. and the rustling of leaves of the trees outside could be heard. Clouds were gathering in the sky as if they had been invited to shower the Earth. Outside, it was completely dark, not even a ray of light anywhere. The crickets were creaking from nowhere. Suddenly, the light was set on a dance by a stream of wind, untying the veil which had been tied like a cover for the window. The veil flew and fell on the floor. One could see the drama of dancing images - of the head, of the flying veil on the wall! Raju was very unfortunate to have missed such a wonderful event. He was still closing his eyes.
