Madras Agricultural Journal
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MY MAIDEN FLIGHT

Abstract

I was sitting up into the night; I saw the old day expire and t new one being born. There was no one else awake in the whole hoste not one light burning in a hundred and thirty-nine other rooms. Sleep elusive, fickle sleep would not come. I lay in be restlessly tossing to and fro. At last, realising that sleep like a fick maiden comes only when unsought, I rose from my bed and stood on t verandah. All the myriads of stars were shining in the sky as brightly as th 'did in the beginning of the world, and they shall continue to twinkle.

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