In a moonless night, a strange desire found its way to his heart, a fearless craving made him change the course of his directionless wheel. He took the turn towards his new destination, and stopped the engines not very far away from the iron gate. He could hear the sound of Crickets as he took closer steps. He entered his hands between the bars and pulled the metal handle to open the gate. He pushed the door open, just enough to get him through. He never thought that he would ever have the courage to come to this place in the darkness, but he had no fear of the unknown that night. It was not the courage of saints he had, but the courage of a man that had nothing to lose. “At this point, where the two worlds meet, the gate for heaven must be always open” he thought. He walked the path towards the centre of the graveyard, and recited what should be recited, then he wondered “Who is more real, us or them? We are closer to dreams, moving puppets that could be easily torn to parts, but they are?!... What are they…?” Then he wondered in the deadly silence around him, and inhaled the cold wind, scented with the refreshing smell of Ocimum. He started murmuring:



“God… Dust to dust… It is not the dust that I’m worried about, but what is between the dusts….



In a world where badness reveals among the good, and goodness among the bad, which path should I take…?!



I have no choice but to take my own path, and on you, only you I depend to show me the signs…



Here I’m filthy and full of the most darkened desires… But if I know one thing about you, it is that you never let down when you are sought”



He sat on the bench and closed his eyes. A breeze flew through his lungs, his heart beats raced his breath… he gasped the air, then held his breath for few seconds, and exhaled. A feel of tranquility surrounded him, as if the silence of the place created peace in his roaring self. He went back the path he came, and closed the gate as he marched to his car wondering “Would he have the courage to do this again?!”