From The Dark World

Chapter 3: A Glimmer of Hope

He locked me all day long. I cried out for help but no one was there. I lived with a glass of water with a bread which was given in the morning to me. At night he used to come and beat me vigorously and torture upon me. I tried to unlock the door, break the window but those were far beyond by capabilities. I was frustrated with my life. I thought it would have been far better if I died a long ago. I felt the pain of hunger, getting locked.

After seven days:

One fateful night, darkness descended like a drunkard, wreaking havoc on my soul, leaving scars that still ache in my heart whenever I recall them. But unfortunately, or you may say fortunately, he forgot to lock my room and fell asleep beside me the whole night. In morning, as I found the door open and Ravin was unconscious, I by giving my full effort or you may say my last effort to stood up and slowing came out of the house. I tried my best to run from there but was unable to do so because of my weak health. I started walking through the main road of our sub-urban area. After days of confinement, I felt an eternal sense of joy and liberation as I finally stepped out into the warm sunlight, taking in the vibrant sights and sounds of the outside world, and reveling in the simple pleasures of freedom. It was a bright and sunny morning and so the sun was burning my face. I could barely bear the pain inside me. Suddenly, I stumbled upon someone.