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There was a box there... Kept right in the center of the table. The table in turn, lay in the middle of that room... That room with four white never-ending walls!
He opened the box... that box with pitch black walls inside. He took a minute to adjust his eyes to the darkness inside the box, and then looked carefully.
Oh, how wonderful... there's something at the bottom of that box... that box with pitch black walls. There's something that looks like a door, it's a green door with a silver door knob...
Something inside him said, stop! Don't try to open that door... that green door with a silver door knob...
He ignored all the warnings... stepped inside the box, which had suddenly grown in size and was now as big as that room itself... that room with four white never-ending walls.
He took a step towards the door, turned the knob and pushed the door away from him. For a minute he was blinded by the light, for he had so gotten used to the darkness by now. He took another minute, and allowed his eyes, to adjust to the the light.
He heard some music, inside that room, the room that had a door, a green door with a silver knob. Someone was playing a harp... He sat down, listened carefully, but for not more than a minute before he collapsed on the floor.
No, he had not died yet. He was just sound asleep...
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He knew he should not have opened it. He knew he should not have looked inside. But he had to... He had to see for himself, what was there in that box, that lay on that table, in the middle of that room; that room with never-ending white walls.
He had to see, and how bad it could get? And now, it hurts so much. A 100 times more than it did before he opened the box and looked inside...
A life long pain now, a never ending agony.
He had been asleep for so long that even when he woke up, he could hardly tell the difference. The last memory he had was of the harp's music. It was all the same, just like in his dreams. Only that the world seemed a little upside down. But that was okay, for the people were still the same, still playing their parts right.
The people, he saw, were still true to their roles, some laughing, some being laughed at and some just standing there, like pictures hung on walls, present and absent at the same time.
It also felt like time had frozen and he could now look back and analyze, review things, one frame at a time.
And then he cried out ... Oh god what did I do... ?
why did I open the box, why?
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All was lost now, everything gone...
The first to leave him was self-respect. Respect for others followed soon. Smiles and laughters they left together, while grief and gloom moved in... Friends and acquintences, they held on to him for a while, but soon found it exceedingly difficult to hold on, so they moved on too.
When all was gone, and the dust had settled in, and when grief and gloom were his only company, they too decided to move on. But before they did so, they got their friend to move in. She was a beautiful one. More beautiful than anything he had ever seen in his life. She smiled at him ... the prettiest smile he had ever seen.
For days they sat together, and chated and talked, and shared their thoughts... just she and him. In some strange way, she knew everything, and she also had all the answers. She knew just when to speak, and just when to listen. When she spoke, she was like poetry, when she listened she was like music.
At the end of their conversation, when all was said, and he was running out of question, he asked her name and why was she hear when everyone else was gone. She smiled again and looked deep into his eyes... in her very sweet voice, she said - for ages they have called me desolation, and I am here to hold your hand and never abandon you...
After what had been like a lifetime, he smiled again... and they kissed for the first time since their meeting... suddenly light started fading away, and the pain was gone too... there was just darkness, and peace...
