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...beds  were arranged on the terrace  and when they reached  he again  experienced a surprise  , in the background  the mysterious silence of the hills soaked in darkness  , the open sky full of shimmering stars  perhaps on such an occasion some poet must have  said  one could talk  his heart to the  stars directly ,  he was ready to go to bed and missed shumaila  he wished she was with him,  they would have  counted the stars together,  he missed her scowling  her frowning  his teasing her, they could have  admired the surroundings together 

He slept well  that night,  pleasantly cooling breezes,  there was also a fan placed   which wasn't really necessary at all,  in fact  later during the night he had to cover himself  with a sheet to keep himself warm 

He woke up at daybreak  hearing the chirpings of the birds,  he was amazingly refreshed and rested,  surroundings grow on  one's mind  and  believe it very strongly it influences  one's mind,  so was he,  the strong impact of the  remote divine  village  was  very deep  he appreciated  being there  enjoying every moment of it   , it was soul nourishing  stay