Finally the storm passed. It was not too good neither that bad. Just shook me apart. Tore me, and then left as silently as it came. Finally the cluttered thoughts have been destroyed. Feeling very weak, but very strong. The mist seems to clear. At the early hours of the morning, amidst of nightmare after nightmare, I found myself getting up and full of fear. The curtains were all blowing and floating in the room. Room felt very cold and yet I was sweating. The thought of being watched and attacked came, but one 4 words came all of a sudden,"will of a man". The words have grown strong in my mind. Something strange and yet I feel peace just chanting these words. They are like mantra.