My Parchment

"The secret of success is to know something nobody else knows." - Aristotle Onassis (1906-1975)

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Location: Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, United States

Friday, May 26, 2006

The Chain Story

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Just then the fear gripped him like never before. The feeling of being lost in darkness, it was like he was swallowed by a huge black hole with something else..but what was it? "Was it back? Were they here to avenge him?" He was weak physically, exhausted mentally, jaded by umpteen thoughts that constantly troubled him. Some from his past that was buried in darkness for too long...but was it is his fault? He slowly groped around to find some hard surface to find support, when the grip of the thick mahogany rocking chair brought back old memories, dark ones that he wished he could forget....

20 years ago.

It was the usual cloudy & gloomy day in the Eastern Ghats, a small town where people seldom sheltered owing to inaccessibility. Nights lasted longer than days & with vast open areas the moonlight let out an eerie glow which would send even the pluckiest of people into hiding. The swoosh of the tall grass was apparent during the wild winters, and if one contemplated for a good evening stroll, he either belonged to the asylum, or was a daredevil.

But here he was 20 years younger, unlike the weather & milieu, in a very sunny mood, resided in an isolated cottage in an already isolated location. The closest neighbour was a few miles away, maybe he enjoyed the life of a hermit. The cottage housed a very portly cat, & his dearest..his wife. They lived the day as it came. He farmed, she cooked, the cat ate. Rumors of extra-terrestrial visitors were rife in the area driving away more & more inhabitants, but he was rigid & intrepid as were his ancestors. He would'nt budge out of the place no matter what!

Life was in normality with daily chores, & they enjoyed their simple life until..