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By Neel Anil Panicker
Nature’s elements hold sway here, man a mere slave to them, his senses long gone
Raghav cocks his ears against the dank walls but hears nothing. He extricates his hands from the folds of his back, towards what he believes is his face.
Nothingness stares back at him.
It was as if he were gone blind, his eyeballs mere black dots surrounded by blacker contours.
Something slithers around his feet. Cutting through the jaggedness and the overall dampness, he feels a slight sensation.
Something, he has no means of knowing what that could be, crawls its way up his ankles.
Furiously, his hands jab out at the intruder that’s worming up through the folds of his baggy shorts.
The effort’s disturbed, as all of a sudden, the feeling disappears, as if by magic.
Mystified, his logical brain warns him there is no such thing as magic. That what he’s experiencing is stark life, unfolding, albeit in slow motion, set to rhythmic music by the metronomic beats of his crazily palpitating heart.
It was then that cold fear envelops him. His eyes stab into the darkness; his senses in full vigil.
He feels a deep, searing despair as if he were an utterly defenceless rabbit, caught by its neck and gasping through the very last breaths of life; its predator, a ferocious fox sinking its sharp as nails teeth deep into soft skin, tearing asunder the delicate fabric of life.
The icicles of his brain scream out one word: death.
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