The Nasika tried hard, real hard to inhale life again, joy again, peace again and again but the struggle was in the mind. The vapourous anxiety hardened and then seemed dissolved in the blood flowing along the veins and getting on the nerves. Nothing could hold it longer and the burst out seemed imminent, drawing closer every breathing moment. The heart was the epicentre of the tremor that shuddered the body. The tautness reflected the rigidity of the mind wanting to give away. The gyan chakshu were conspicuous by their absence but the netra welled up taking the kohl down the cheeks. The tongue was set in motion vigorously chanting the divine moniker it has been accustomed to since childhood.
