She has been safely carried away in the chariot of darkness. Not much effort was required. Worms ate until nothing was left except for the hollow framework. As she slowly enters the domain of obscurity, her existing footprints would fade away, as if so adamant to even remove the last few marks. One would actually wonder now, how would she survive there. But this thought won’t linger around for long and soon, even her slightest remembrance would be blown away with the wind. When her present would just be accommodated in the term “her past” and the future would be just "a dream", for the dreamy reality would never be lived. She dreads it every passing moment. Despite her endless resistance, it constantly sucks her in. Once chained by the prevailing darkness, there would be no escape.
Distanced are the ones who had been her's all this while. The darkness blinds them all and none can see each other. Buried in the depths she exhales sighs, but unfortunately all of it fall on deaf ears. She was born to be a part of the race, the start was perfectly fine. She began by employing best of her abilities. What fault was hers if she stumbled and fell...what fault was hers if others walked over her ,instead of lifting her up again…what fault was hers if she was left handicapped, and could never even walk again. Unaware of the flaw in the trajectory of the path she chose, she has landed up here, “the inescapable” …
