Dark. It was dark everywhere. Those rain droplets danced
pain on my numb lips. My fear dread legs shivered. Rain was always my solace. As I cried, its droplets would get mixed with my tears and it seemed to
share my pain. But, for the first time it killed me. My heart's burden
increased with moments passing. Why was it to be blamed? I
was the one who changed, and turned a devil. The world around me had fallen and
I was shattered, but I deserved what I got. Guilt is not the right word enough
to express when you know your own hands were capable of taking the life of the ones who had given you life. What a cruel joke life played on me?
My tears got dried, but the coldness of my heart continued to make me sink in the darkness. The thunders made my shivering body still and my eyes closed not able to face the shower of pain.
After what felt like eternity of suffering my hands moved like a baby in the calm wind. My legs did a movement in the marshy ground as my eyes opened to receive the rays of sunshine. But, the world of mine was still dark, fearful and guilt-filled.