The night is long, dark and cold. Devoid of sleep, I lie like a stranger in my own bed. The same old good pillow seems to be made of concrete and robs away my dreams. The moon reflects sheepishly, till it slips away. My mind wants to think but the thoughts are hurrying past me so fast that it makes me feel as if I am catching butterflies. My mind is caught in confusion whether to sleep or stay awake? It is as if I have been held in my own captivity with lot of room to respire but left with no one to conspire. Just then the mind begins to remember old moments which had shades of glory and shame. Truly, memories are strange creation of our minds. Even when you are out there on your own, memories will find you. You can't evade it. It's like fighting a battle with your shadow and never knowing whether you lose or win? But today, lying in this dark cold room, I find my memories nothing less than a friend who has cared to find me out when I was lonesome and lost. My friend took me by my hand and made me relive those glory moments which seemed to have fade out with coming days. Remembering the happy past left a little curve in my face.But just then, I heard something strike which broke my trance. I searched for my friend everywhere in the dark room but it had left without a hint.
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