Thursday, March 20, 2008
It was a hot night and I could not sleep, I got up and looked out of the window. The sky was very beautiful to look at. There was a half moon and many stars were burning bright in the firmament.
While I was absorbed in this noble scene, I heard a moaning sound from the next right. I listened for a while. I thought at first that somebody was snoring and perhaps raising this cry in his dream. But the moaning sound continued. It was followed by other sounds. They were so confusing that I could not understand. I felt the sound came from two people quarreling. I wondered what could have been the matter at that hour of night.
The quarreling noise increased. Now and then, I could identify a voice that appeared to be begging. Very soon , I heard the noise of blows and a shrill cry of a woman. Still I hesitated to move out and go and see what the matter was. True, the neighbour was an acquaintance of mine, but the hour of the night and the nature of the voice resisted me from going out to interfere.
While I was thinking that way, I heard a sudden crash, as though something heavy had fallen. This was followed by a fearful cry and silence followed. I feared something horrible had happened. So, I dared out and went to the neighbour's door and knocked at it. It was opened by my neighbour, who appeared a picture of dismay and bewilderment. After some excuses ,I en-quired of him what the matter was.
He took me in and showed me a scene. There lay his wife curled on her bed. One or two chairs had been turned upside down. Things were in a disarray. The neighbour showed me a chair to sit. After seating himself near, he told me that his wife had been a hysterical patient and would now and then create scenes in the night. The voices were theirs when he tried to quieten her, she would not. Then she pushed the chair vehemently which was the cause for the crash. And after a cry , she lay down is a swoon. It appeared, he took it easy because, it was a common occurrence. While I sought his excuse for disturbing him, he begged my pardon for having disturbed my peace at night. I bade him good-night and returned to my room.
AISHA : Can I fly Over The Rainbow Like The Bluebirds?
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