For a while I thought I should not write. But then all stages needs mention.
This night I could not sleep. Breathing trouble. The lungs were in pain. Drank some hot water. Felt as if death was approaching . Rain drizzled for a while. Frogs kept on making noise. No human soul around. All alone & the trees, creepers are my companions. Seems like great way to …….

——– Vishvanand.