That day, I woke up a little bit late. In a hurry, I finished all my routine and left for work. The climate was cloudy and my mood too. I was feeling somewhat uneasy in my mind. No zeal, no enthusiasm. I was not interested even to have breakfast.
Somehow, I managed myself in the day. But at the dusk, I had fever. I returned home and threw the bag on the bed, and myself too. I knew, I had many challenges to complete. But my mind was completely empty. My body was completely exhausted.
After two hours of sleep when I woke up, I couldn't believe my eyes.There were many papers and my favourite pen lying on my bed. There were many quotes written on the papers.
No, I hadn't written them. I wondered by reading them. All were good enough. How's that possible, who wrote them ? Who ? Who ?
Some questions arose in my mind. Was that me ? Had my subtle mind made me write ?? I might be on the bed, but my pen,..
I think, It was in my hand...!!

© Vanishri Patil
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