It was a hot summer day in the market. I have come for your dreams, the man shouted suddenly. The man had appeared out of nowhere. He was wearing tattered clothes from a bygone era. He looked as if he stepped straight out of someone's dream. No one paid him much attention. Dreams were too precious to be peddled to someone like him. I will pay you good money for your dreams, the man shouted again. Some laughed as if it was a joke. Some looked at him pitifully. Some shied away from him. An old man approached him. He shooed the old man away saying that he had no time for old-age dreams. He wanted fresh dreams. He wanted salacious dreams. He wanted ambitious dreams. He wanted revolutionary dreams. But, all those who had such dreams were far away chasing their dreams. Dreams, the man shouted again.
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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