You feel you are in a race where you are running well and keeping up with all your competitors. You feel you are doing enough to keep up in the race.
What it is?.. Is it a race or a war?.. Whatever it is but it’s not ending.. You feel you are going round and round in one course. And suddenly you get stuck by something hard. You start falling behind from the race. Like a diminishing star from top of the sky.
There seems no direction, at one point you feel you are in a jungle where lot of things are happening but you can’t be a part of that and you are left in a desert of your own world where all the lights are pale. There seems nothing left which you can feel for.
You feel you are Jack Dawson of ‘The Titanic’ who got sunk into water even after getting everything. The tragedy here is you are not dead yet.. You are kept alive. You are there to suffer the pain. You are not even breathing.
Your actions are not coming out, your mind is working but your body is just functioning like machine not under your control. You seem to have gone into hibernation. Outside activities does neither affect nor you affect them.. It’s like you are in a glass box where you can see them but can’t affect. Here nothing but reflections of your scream is bouncing back. And they are also slowly diminishing…
Everything seems to have paused…
The night is falling. It is getting dark..
You feel you are in Antarctica in the night of winter.. Deserted and left alone.. Fallen behind.. You go numb..
Winds from pitch dark cold horizon blows horribly to freeze your bones stone dead.. No warmth or point of light come to vision..
And in this grave of silence you start thinking….
