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CRYING SHADOWS

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How many years ..... have passed? Uh..one...two...three... uh..four...five..hmm. Five years....hmm..uhhhh...haahaaahaaa...[laughing loudly] ..Finally...finally..it is ready ..I am ready... screaming loudly Indra looked at his hands then towards the glittery glowing greenish blue crystal which had been just a plain black rock for last five years. He had been waiting stuck in a room with transparent walls surrounding him. The only view he could see outside was 'Nothing'..There was nothing ..not even a single non living entity. It was dark all around..but sometimes he could see a pinkish light dispersed in the surrounding which used to disappear after some time. The room he was in had been floating in this darkness unaware of where it was heading just lost in this pin drop silence. Surprisingly he had not been hungry nor tired in these five years. But he felt he would go insane in this loneliness and eternal silence....
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