Description

Under the impact of the dark forces of hostility and indifference, the author suffers a mental breakdown. Slowly he fights back, aided by his writings, to regain semblance of sanity and human dignity.

A pilgrim's progress of a sensitive soul.

About the Author

Durlabh Singh is a widely published author and his publications include novels, short storyand verse collections. He is also an artist and lives in London.

Book Extract

He walked through the earthen secret paths hidden by the tall crops growing in all the adjacent fields. It was simply different from the things he had imagined and in some ways more profound, brimming with all the emotions of both mind and body. As they walked through, the panorama changed. Some of the fields were being irrigated, and there were pools of water, which some birds were taking advantage of. Small finches and sparrows were dipping in to take their morning bath, and afterwards they sat and clung to the delicate stems of the growing crops, which bent over under their tiny weights, swinging to and fro like a person resting in a hammock.

It was like a play being staged, with different actors in colourful plumes playing their parts in an unknown drama. At their approach the birds shifted themselves further afield, as if mindful of the human intrusion into their magical world, which being inhabited by the spirits of crops, wind and water. Soon they were near a grove of trees, like an oasis amid desert waves of greenery. Some doves had made there nests and were cooing tunefully, whether to entertain their young ones with lullabies or simply just to claim their territories who knows. Anyhow, it was a sweet sound carried by the gentle breezes of the morning amid the shimmering universe of the leaves There was an old tree trunk laying on the ground, and they sat there listening to the music of the wind below and of the birds' overhead in the trees.