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....night was  getting  damp slowly and gradually,, on every thing was settled  a deep  silent peace,   as if sorrow  was gushing  through the veins , regret  in blood, getting up from his bed he came to stand by the window  with his fingers  combing through his hair,  , it was last hour of tge mid night,  unable to fall asleep  peacefully  in the hospital  ward recalling his disturbing past images of painful experiences,  by gone years  had   covered  them with  dust of time