It is always dark here. Sometimes, I feel lonely and staring morosely at the ceiling of my new home realizing the fact that not even my shadow is my friend here. Almost every day I hear lingering voices of people whom I don’t know. They chatter but mostly it is “wailing” and bereft. Many a times, I have remembered about the time when my family was here, my son was 10 then and my wife…Well, she was poised. My son was clutched to my wife, constantly crying about the fact that I was leaving them. I can still vividly remember the weather. The sky was engulfed by a horde of gray clouds making the atmosphere gloomy and grim and it was raining too, as if the Gods are crying too. They come to visit me but my situation is such that I can not see them.
It has been 10 years now since I last saw my family. The moment my casket was closed that chapter of my life had ended. Now, I am only a skeleton who has befriended silence and darkness and whose skin has been chewed away by prattling lechers and worms. Now I realize that in the end there is only nothingness and one profound truth “Silence will fall”.
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Its shocking! " A doctor" such a good fiction writer :)