a voice… a tune… and the words…
It happened so suddenly, he was caught before he knew what was happening…
He could not move, nor see…
The light had been engulfed by the shadow or was it that he had gone blind and he could not anymore feel his vocal chords strain…
His eardrums were still on and the song was the only thing that was ringing through them…
The familiarity of the dark prison was oddly comforting, unlike the first time he had been thrown in there… He had found the way out and the stifling fear of suffocation from the earlier times, was subsiding as he acclimatized…
It had been quite a while…
He then started feeling it, the throbbing pain in the middle, as the haunting voice unraveled layers upon layers of “time” that had muffled it.
As the layers slowly came out, he sat there motionless in the dark corner of his cell, the song still ringing in the background, bringing back memories of life before he escaped the prison and the throbbing, the last remnant of those times…
A scar that will always remain and remind…
A bridge to the world, where the prison lay…
And now he remembered it clearly… The way out of that prison… The only way…
Death…
Well…
You have never lived, unless you have died…
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Death here can be of two types and each lead to two polar opposite paths…
One the physical death that makes us all mortal and the other, the psychological death of who you are, your identity and ego, which makes us immortal…
My Discovery of India 