Varjak dreamed.He dreamed he

was back in Mesopotamia.He saw the gleaming rivers beside him,

beckoning for him to drink from them.He heard the wonderful birds singing on the bright green emerald

grass.The flowering bushes were shivering up his spine when he touched them! The air smelled like

roses and ripe dates! Above the clouds, was the bright blue sky gleaming above him.

The river was taking up his smell

and see! And the tropical trees were blowing his mind!! But then he crept towards a shadow cat- like figure....

The End...

By Lars Mazumdar.