The storm was fast approaching. The first volley of drops hit the tin roof like a thunderous applause. The door was blown off its hinges by the wind. There in the middle of all this din sat XiangPa. A raindrop found its way inside through a hole on the roof. XiangPa looked up in anticipation. His eyes followed the drop on it's rapid descend to the dusty floor. As the drop hit the floor XingPa had a realisation. Our lives are like raindrops on a tin roof. Some make it to the floor and dissipate, some join others and end up in the gutter.
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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