This is John's pigeon that used to sit on my window. We were both prisoners in a locality that thrived on gunfire and terrorism. Whenever the pigeon was missing from my window sill, I think of what evil could've befallen my winged friend. Then like a messenger of hope he would appear. Today it was different. I am standing next to him in front of my humble abode. He is lying motionless on the snow. Looks like all that I had imagined so far has come true.
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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