BROTHER OF SLEEP

" “What a silly thing Love is,” said the Student as he walked away. “It is not half as useful as Logic, for it does not prove anything, and it is always telling one of things that are not going to happen, and making one believe things that are not true. In fact, it is quite unpractical, and, as in this age to be practical is everything, I shall go back to Philosophy and study Metaphysics."~Oscar Wilde Stories collection.

Daisy just read the story of "Nightingale and the Rose" to the Septuagenarian,whose eyes glimmered like a fiery lemonade with a sea of calmness.The man whispered to himself "Love and Philosophy".There was a faint but gentle smile around his cheeks. Isn't that the end of this journey? A pathway waiting to be explored even in a better solitude.He knew this as Daisy turned the lights off and found her way out to the night's sleep.Moments of dilly dallying with the life.The old man sat up, gave a warm smile looking outside the window,"Hmmm...Life!!I haven't seen you enough...Infact I haven't seen you at all!!!".The little errands of youth and dragged wisdom of old pumped in altogether into his heart giving him the earnest wish of his life."Sleep dear Child..Sleep.." a voice echoed through his soul.And he slept.

Time in life is often a 'taken for granted' factor.The thorough ideas and faulty trial of implementing those to make them a physical reality is the lengthy attribute assumed to life.The old man snored sortedly. 

"Ahem,so Mr.Aspirant,you remember me?"-a voice conversed through his cranium.

"Why are you back? Aren't you the forgotten dream?"-the old man hustled the voice.

"You were very earnest after so long years in your sleep.Hence I am here"

".....Yes,yes..I feel like I am sleeping a long time.Maybe years.And I thought about you.."

"Hmmm..so am here.I am your earnest wish..you see...most human "sshhh" me when I try to talk to them.."

"..what you do then..?"

"I stop whispering and only fill myself with a little shady wine as red as the man's blood.."

The old man again snored sortedly. High on time, the "jumping" buzz of the ambulance filled the air.A group of nurses heard the instructions to assist the doctor through the procedure.The old man still snored sortedly. The tagged watch of Rolex vibrated through the seconds of its passage.

There were vibrant shakings all over the physique and little by little the snore of the old man became erratic.

"Utpal..Mr.Utpal Ram..."

The announcement was crystal clear that it pierced the geographical extension of that habitat.

"Mr.Utpal Ram...Congratulations...You are selected..Welcome aboard to the "Bureaucrazy club"..

The snoring man now hugged the brother of sleep-DEATH...It said "Now I know why the caged bird sings..."