This time it was easy. The title came before he even thought of what to write. Usually the tiresome ordeal of wrapping up a story used to leave him panting for a title. Titles always played hard to get. He always felt that the ones he chose prickled his carefully woven stories. There were times when he was caught between two equally potent titles. There were times when he stared at them and still couldn't recognize them. But then sometimes, the title came to him without any struggle. Just like today.
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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