A chilling night of insomnia
I will share with you an unforgettable experience of insomnia and fear, which I had during one of my field visit while working with an International organisation as a Field Officer. More
It was in December 1989, a very cold and drizzly evening. I checked into room No.2 of a government Rest house of a block headquarters of rural Maharashtra in India. I visited this block for the first time on my official work. This is a very small town and is the administrative headquarters of a tehsil in one of the remote and tribal district of Maharashtra state of India.
Those days it was covered with a dense teak wood forest without any facility locally.
Soon after settling into my room, I went for a walk within the rest house premises. The structure of the rest house was of the British era and it was partly wooden two storied mansion with a big dining room and large balcony dumped with unused and old furniture and in the basement. The rest house was built in a slightly isolated and somewhat eerie spot, located right on a river bank where the river Godavari joins the Penganga River. From the balcony I had a spectacular view of the flowing river as well as a local graveyard nearby. Believe me, I had a strange feeling with the ambiance of the rest house as it was very depressing with heavy silence and I was the only occupant in this big rest house.