It is a barren land..with dry twigs and empty tress...no form of life...the soil is loose and the rocks are hard...I have fallen down and my face is on the soil. I can feel the roughness of the rocks on my face and the dryness of the air in my throat....for miles ahead and back and right and left i see no one... miles across... across this barren land i see the horizon and a lovely crimson pink ...a flash of the sun ...bright as ever... and brings hope to the eyes and the heart.... i struggle wit both my hands to stand up wen i do...i realise i am dressed in something which looks like rags to me...my hair is in a mess my shoes are torn... wht happens next is not a blur... but a gust of wind...fast approaching to take me into it. i run and run towards the horizon....run as fast as i can carrying my dress in rags....the wind is fast approaching....the wind and rise of sand swallow everything in their way ad are comiong in fast towards me..... i m losing my energy and confidence to run......