Olden glassy, dusted clock’s throngs of clock moved forward from twelve, now it was almost twelve-five of midnight. Ramrao while reading some kind of book, slept on his bed. Wooden yellowish bed making sound ‘kur-kur’, as Ramrao moves. The old two- storey mansion build with stones, like chameleon in rainy season, it was green, and in summer it is in greyish, because of spirogyra. The mansion amidst coconuts and mangoes trees hides itself from outer world. Sun and moon always obsolete to this mansion, from their holy lights, mansion looks like owl’s nest due to the all trees; cracked glasses of windows has been making scrupulous sound, with doze of wind. Ravi was slept in his room; suddenly he heard the adventurous sound, in trance of sleep, he was walking, where he did not know, sound with enchanting power dragging him, he was walking very fast, as if someone close of him was calling to him. It was trenching call, in cloud shadowed night; it became too much gloomy; it was not easier to see anything; barer dogs were barking aside, the colony of farmers. Barking sound was roaming all over, but Ravi was walking easily without any obstacle, crossing grassy fields, crops; he moved to the side road which was afar far from the main road. Voice was now so clear, “my love, come,” Ravi crossed flowing stream of canal, now his mood somewhat enthusiastic; happiest one, trance grower, lapped him totally, Ravi crossed the well of witch. It was full of with water of rain. Ravi’s foot was turning towards the well which was on the bank of stream. He stepped his left foot in water of well, now he was going to left his right foot, meanwhile something roughed thing touched his shoulder. His trance broke, he moved back. Ramrao was there who was calling to him. He opened his eyes, where was he, he was on the edge of the well. Ravi could not speak anything , he followed to the Ramrao.