" she was still wondering if all of this was real with ongoing surprises, when she encountered him. All memories that she was having were of pain. But he, the one who is unknown to her, was the one who was holding her happiest memories. He was aware of her rotten fate and cruel destiny. It was time to let her know the bitter truth."

Her Beloved Blackswan

THIS WAS RINGING IN MY EARS WHEN I WOKE UP, COVERED IN SWEAT. I WAS STRUGGLING FOR AIR...I DON’T KNOW WHY...BUT THERE SEEM TO BE SOME PRESSURE IN THE ATMOSPHERE THAT WAS MAKING IT HARD TO BREATHE. MY THROAT WAS AS DRY AS A DECADE OLD WELL. I LOOKED AT THE CLOCK. 


WHAT A SHITTY TIME TO WAKE UP. I HAVE TO WAKE UP EARLY IN MORNING. I TRIED TO SLEEP BACK BUT FAILED. LETTING OUT A DEEP SIGH...I GOT UP FROM THE BED AND POURED MYSELF A GLASS OF WATER. 


PUTTING THE GLASS BACK ON THE TABLE I NOTICED THE LIGHT IN MY ROOM. I FOLLOWED THE FRINGES. IT WAS MOONLIGHT. I RAISED MY HAND TO FEEL THE LIGHT. BUT CAN WE REALLY FEEL THAT. 


I LOOKED AT THE WINDOW. THE MOONLIGHT WAS COMING THROUGH THE CURTAINS. IT WAS DIM. BUT AT THE SAME TIME IT WAS HAVING A STRANGE FEELING. I MOVED TOWARD THE WINDOW AND OPENED THE PANE. A GUST OF COLD WIND BLEW IN GIVING A CHILL UNDER MY SPINE. 


I MOVED CLOSER TO THE WINDOW AND LOOKED AT THE SKY. 


THE HYMN OF SORROW