Windows have always been a part of my cubicle life. There was one behind me while I was in OOW. It overlooked a huge tree. I even have had a few simian visitors. Then came FCB. There was a window seat which we all looked forward to grab. This window overlooked the army grounds. Unfortunately it remained occupied till I left. Then there was one at DDB. In fact there were two. The first one belonged to the writer whose seat I had occupied while moving in. Then came the window that overlooked the Al Khuwair roundabout. These windows were never opened for the sole reason that the weather outside was hostile. Now for the latest window in my life. Its the O2 window. This one overlooks a park and a banyan tree. My visitors include a squirrel, a crow, parrots and a few mynahs.
He couldn't keep count of the days or nights as he was always surrounded by darkness. No he wasn't blind nor did someone blindfold him. He fell in to a deep dark hole that's all. He was rushing to catch the last train home. Since it was getting late he decided to take the shortcut. Before he fell, all that he saw was a lamppost by the tracks. The impact of the fall switched off the lights in his brain. When he recovered, it was dark. He tried to feel his way around. But to his surprise all that he could feel was the darkness around him. It was as if he was encased in a thick gooey dark liquid. It held him tight. It moved with his movements. It felt as if he was part of the liquid. He floated in it. He never felt hungry or cold. In fact he felt comfortable. For the first time, he felt safe. Slowly he began to forget what he was and whom he knew. In this darkness, it was impossible to wrack his brain. Everything was slowly getting shrouded in darkness. Until that day when he ...
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