He never thought he will take that path again. He could feel the chill crawl up his spine at the mere thought of the last time he went that way. He thought about his best friend who frequented that path. One day his friend went down this way and never came back. That's the day he took the path looking for him. That's the day he saw his friend stepping in to the void from the precipice. That's the day he realised why his friend used to love this path. That's the day he knew that one day he will also be walking down the same path looking for that same precipice.
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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