Flashbacks

I think I died and this is just a dream. I can't not have. That night, all I remember is bone-chilling cold, then scorching heat. Did I take a trip to hell? I think so. Many a night I lay there, naked flesh, unbearable heat, still air, and I longed for just a breeze, an ice-cold sip of water, a song. She came to me then, dressed in lovely tawaif garb and hummed a tune in my ear. Then I was up and walking in the direction of water in a trance-like state. There he lay, the spitting image of beauty, black, sleeping. I lied down too - to his right - but I couldn't sleep. Under the shade of the tree, the gentle breeze revived me. It breathed life into me. I felt energy flow in and I rose again, only to be struck down and lose consciousness for a week.