A cold winter night..

It is dark.

A cold wind wakes me up.

Jungles are quiet at night and this one is too. But it is different from others as there are no wild animals. No lions, no tigers, no monkeys. Just the wind, the leaves and me. The wind is talking to the leaves and I am a spectator.

I get up and walk.

There is silence. A soothing silence. A silence that hypnotizes you with peace.

I walk barefoot. I walk bare.

The moon guides my path and brings me to a river. The water is still. Not a sound. Not a wave. Just the reflection of the moon that calls me.

I walk inside the river and bathe. The bath energizes my body with even more peace. It absorbs all my pain. My body feels new. It feels fresh. It feels divine.

I walk out of the river towards the jungle. The water is yet still. There is a hand holding me and guiding my path.

My bare body feels comfortable. It feels like a bird that is flying in the sky. A force pulls me to the sky. I am flying. My journey has no destination. Rather, each path I cross is in itself a destination.

A cloud stretches its hand to call me. It embraces me gently.

My body floats back to the jungle.

The leaves are yet talking to the wind. I wish to share my journey with them, but cant break their conversation.

A cold wind puts me to sleep.

It is dark.