“I had a friend who used to sleepwalk well; he didn’t do it after started sitting up at the time he normally does it. A year had passed since we joined college and he just moved into my room, he used to stay down the road near the cemetery and Hindu burial grounds. On a Thursday morning found him out of bed. The next day morning there was a stink in the room, this continued for sometime, every Thursdays until one day when I came back to the room around 3 in the morning. He got up from the bed and instead of greeting me, just walked out of room. Dressed in a t-shirt and shorts he started walking down the road, bare foot. Me calling out didn’t seem to have any effect. Running after him, heard him murmuring something. It was very cold but he was sweating, I still don’t remember if his eyes were open but he seems to be speaking Tamil! There were always a lot of stray dogs in our area and it was not safe to go out at night, dogs being just one of the worries. There was a pack of dogs behind us but they kept their distance, following. He entered the cemetery and sat down on a bench near the crucifix and started saying Ave Maria loudly in Tamil. After what felt like infinity he got up and walked back to the house.
The next morning he didn’t mention anything about the incident and didn’t respond to any of my hints. On being blunt about it denied everything and said he doesn’t speak Tamil well enough even to have a proper conversation. I am sure about Tamil and Ave marias, courtesy the Tamil church behind our house which conducts rosary over a public announcement system every Saturday evening. From the next week used to wake him up around 2.30 and he never sleep walked, also never used to complain on begin woken up other than initial few weeks”
I quote the above from my room mate’s diary, from over a period of time. The diary was his parting gift and I carried it all this while.
