I am standing there by his table. Like a dog in front of the butcher's shop. Not even a fleck of recognition shows on his face. He looks beyond me and talks to his cronies. He jokes and checks whether I am in awe of his mental prowess. I am not, but I play along. After all it's me who dragged my sorry ass in to his office. Looks like he has finally spotted me. Maybe it takes time for his dull brain to report new apparitions in his den. He stares, ruminates and stares again. I try to open my mind for him to see what made me appear in front of him. He dozes off. I disappear.
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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