His face stared at me from a magazine. It set me thinking. Why do we meet people? Somewhere I have read that we meet people for a reason. You might recognise it in an instant or in a lifetime. For instance, I met him to steal his stories. She met me to sink deeper in to sorrow. I met her to feel superior. He met me to share his fantasies. But now after all these years I realised that I met him for something else. To be a lousy character in his award winning story. She... what did she meet me for? I still haven't found that out.
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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