Apeksha finds it trouble to sleep. Her heart yearns to rest but her mind is busy pondering over the spilt milk. And then suddenly she hears someone crooning with an angelic voice in her ears “shhhh, no one’s going to hear you… All those who smile at are not real….. The real is unreal. Go to sleep…… Slowly and steadily…… There awaits a world which is mostly improbable, but it does seems so real without any chaos, without any obligations. Just slip. Slip down into the world of dreams.” Apeksha’s heavy eye lids finds itself to slumber.