Here lies the river of dreams. The reflections of the past embedded in it's gravel. Dreams, dreams that I saw while sleeping on it's sandy beach. The mystery of the still night awakens my inner spirit. The mystic wind that seeps through the land during the night chills the warm air. The mist that lands on exposed skin chills beyond explanation. The smooth flow of water turned melody by the pebbles it flows over. The mesmerizing Malayalam music from the temple comforts my mind. I go into deep sleep unknowingly that I am being comforted by the angels of the river. I lie under a galaxy of stars and wonder, is this all a dream?

In the distance of the night a night bird sings it's melodious song. As a rooster crows to signal it's midnight. It's all just a dream now. I sleep in the hands of God, my Manimala river. I wonder if the rains will come during the night. I hear thunder rumble in the distance. The night sky lit up by twlight from the reddish moon rising from the east seems to make the night seem alive. Folk tales tell of ghostly presences wandering the river bed at night. But what should I care. There is nothing more I should be afraid of other than that of flesh and blood. Why should the wandering angels hurt me? In their loneliness I have only given them company. I rest in the total darkness unafraid since I sleep in the hands of God under this wonderful universe . The mesmerizing light from the stars and the moon seem to intesify my desire to stay and stay to eternity.