Once upon a time, there was an old man. There was a time when he wasn't that old. The story starts there and not now. One day the young old man was walking down a street with no name. The people he met were strangers. He was a stranger too, for them. He was hungry and didn't know where he was going. But he trundled on. Wait a second. He can't trundle as he wan't that old. So he just carried on. On that fateful day he met a woman. She was the queen of the street. She offered him an apple. He was thankful to her for that apple. As he took the apple and bit it, the world changed around him. He was now Adam and it was Eve who gave him the apple, not Satan. No this story doesn't make sense. Looks like we have a long way to go. So let's meet again here on this nameless street when we are old enough to understand why Eve made Adam bite the apple.
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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