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Off late, I feel unwell at every evening. feel bitter test of tobacco  inside the mouth. Other day group of Monks came, blessed, but still uncanny fear not gone. The white star showed the way and the way out,The Monks went through that path. I felt dark and darkness covered me. The Old Monk kept his hand on my head,told nothing. The blue Sun heard all and started coming from the other side of the earth.The blue Sun , brown Monk and bitter tobaco had my all. The night bird touched the feathers of sky.The eggs the pupil and the formation of night slowly took shape. The Monk winked as the white  star blinked...