One of those crazy times!

A queer village. The trek had indeed been tiring.
Pitch dark night. Yesterday's rain has brought along some chilling cold as well.
Anky's normally a sound sleeper(momma says once slept, he wouldn't get up even in an earthquake) .
But there's something happening outside.
Some activity. Something bizarre.
He gets up out of his bed. Friends are sleeping calmly. Goes outside.
Tens of people...looking all dumbstruck. Can't see much, can't make anything.
Suddenly sees a familiar face, yes she's SHE.
His one time crush. Had last met her years ago.
Standing alone. Befuddled, still calm...cherubic as ever.
They start talking. As if between them things are as cozy as yesterday.
Looks like she's feeling dizzy. He takes her inside. Helps her lie down on bed.
Watches her feet, has lots of hair...was she like that then as well?
Where are his other friends, had they not slept besides him? Crazy.
He too lies on another bed.
"So any kids?" He asks.
"One. Aborted it just now".
He sees her blood-filled hands...s**t...how the hell had he not noticed it before!
"Husband?" Did he mutter it loud enuf?...she points her blood-stained finger towards the corner in room.
Same place where he had put his ruksack, he sees two gory heads...without any bodies...blood sputtering incessantly like jets in all directions. Grotesque.
Desperately tries to shout aloud...but something is stiffling his voice.
Looks at her...Blood's coming off her eyes...or are they tears...she's got up staring at him...sanguinely serene...frighteningly calm.
He tries to put the bedsheet away...but he's choking...not able to speak...not able to move...
One last try to shout from guts. Fails miserably. Gives up...tries to get up in frustration.
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Sits up in bed...Wipes the sweat droplets.
Obscure indeed...such a wild, crazy dream...it takes him seconds...which feel like hours...to realize that.
He's still restless...Roommie is blissfully unaware of his plight, snoring slightly.
Just tries to shake off the thoughts...tries thinking of tomorrow's cricket match...SHE simply doesn't go away.
Tries to think of good times with her...Fan suddenly starts looking like an ogre.
Picks up the pillow n changes the direction of sleeping...Helps...
Anky's once again in his dreamland...Whatz next???

Song of the moment : Bhay ithale sampat nahi - Lata Mangeshkar

i remain.