Tamara was alive when they buried her. She tried to resist them but like all good children she had to succumb. The pit was ready the day she was born. She was asked not to move from it. Soon they started filling it with prejudices, superstitions, accusations, beliefs, hatred, taboos, customs and what not. She wanted to scream out loud. But, good children never do that. So she just stood there until the filth outgrew her. She was just another mound of nothingness for those who never knew her.
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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