Smoke and Ashes
I had never seen him. Had a word with him once when he wanted me to visit him. But I didn’t go. I had something more important to do. Also, I found it weird. Weird that a person, who personified loneliness, was calling me in the middle of the night. He had mentioned that he had heard about me and wanted to know me better. But I did not understand his request. All I heard was his weirdness. The first time we met, he was about to turn into ashes. We couldn’t talk. Rather, he couldn’t respond in the language I could understand. Or maybe I couldn’t really hear him. I asked him how he was feeling. I asked him if he was angry with me for never calling him back. He didn’t say a word. Everything around him was gloomy and dark. The night had arrived for him. We all were still in the day. We could see him but not really. There was too much light that day. I wanted to see and enter darkness. I wanted to know what it was like, travelling to a place where you couldn’t see anyone, a ...