Purple Haze..!

One day I was sitting in my hostel room, alone, when all of a sudden everything went hazy and I started hearing voices. I could hear someone screaming, it seemed to me that someone was shouting at me. I was trying to calm down, to regain my composure. But the harder I tried the more it grew on me, penetrating my senses until I was aware of nothing else. Conversations, some of it sounded very familiar filled the vacuum which was my senses now. I tried to shut it all out, failed, tried again, failed, tried again until all of a sudden it all stopped. I was shaken but confused by what had just happened. It was not the voices that scared me but the condition it had left me in. I was not in my normal state. Everything was moving fast; everything was running away; I was running away. I could not stop it for I did not know how to. I was overpowered by an urge to cry but tears won’t come. This ghastly and utterly maddening sensation had left me motionless. Although the sensation was over in about 10 min yet the feeling invoked by it was still with in me and so were the voices. The feeling was somehow strangely familiar. It was then that I realized that it was not the first time I had experienced this phenomenon. As a kid I had gone through the same experience, at times. But then it had happened in a completely different manner and usually when I had been asleep. I used to have nightmares which would wake me up suddenly and then I would cry in my mother’s lap. Now there was no mother to calm me down, no tears that rolled down my cheeks. Just a piece of paper with grass rolled up in it, which helped me calm my nerves and take me to a world that was not mine and could never be.