One Night

11 in the night. not able to sleep.46, 47,............. 55, 57,.....63. they cannot wait to jump into their beds at home. 63 bikes, till now. 11:30. still not able to sleep.30 this time. the trains also must have gone to their sheds. 10 cars. half of the 60 bikes would have jumped into their beds by now. My father is out of bed to see me staring out of the window. “Why have you still not slept?” he said standing right behind me. That gave me a bit of a scare though. “Can’t”, I reply coolly. “Too hard to concentrate to sleep right now…” “Well you better! ‘cause I am talking you to the ground to play cricket with my friends” he said, as he went away. But I was not listening to him at all. I was in my own world. 11.45pm. still not able to sleep! But I am on my bed now. I dint worry about my school because it was mid summer. It had rained that evening. I was gone deep in to my thoughts. 12.00 a.m. good morning! My dad came out again to check on me. He came and told me again to sleep. But I just wouldn’t listen. I close my eyes and for 5minutes he was on my chair as though he were a who-makes-sure- everyone-has-slept watchman. That was quite annoying, to tell the truth. After 5 minutes finally he left. When I heard his door close, I opened my eyes. 12.15. Maybe I was thinking too hard… I couldn’t sleep a wink! Not even close to a wink! I started trying old techniques, like counting sheep. I closed my eyes and I was in deep thought, again. When I opened my eyes, my father was just about to wake me up. 6.00 am. I wonder why I didn’t sleep……