All my life I have fought with the demons of my mind, such is the relationship with them, that I have given names to each and every one of them.I have fought with them, I have lived with them but never allowed them to really take control of me.
But on that scary night, stuck in the Jim Corbett National Park, where a vehicle breakdown had left me at the mercy of mother nature where I have everything to fear for. Every shadow of the tree, eerie sounds that break the stillness of the night, a sky as dark as deepest of caverns, sends shivers down my spine. It seems like a scene from a classic Alfred Hitchcock movie, except for a difference, I am the main protagonist of the drama unfolding. My imagination goes wild, all the memories of the souls, eaten mercilessly by the Tigers, breeze through my head. Fear gets hold of me since its 3 am and I am in this lonely, haunted jungle with just the very demons that have haunted me, as my savours. I pause for a moment, there is an eerie silence, a cold wind blows through the air, a distant howl of an animal can be heard.
I am alone, very alone or am I? Suddenly, my inner demons take to flight, I am bombarded with all sorts of negative thoughts. I talk to them in my mind since I know each and every one of them. I was in unfamiliar territory and it dawned to me that my demons are my best friends. The conversations went on in my minds until dawn, when suddenly the sun broke out and everything gloomy gave way to bright and positive energy. I realized that my demons were my savours, they saved my day after all.
