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"Help me, I'm stuck in the well's middle, help me!" I shout, the shout that could be related to that very thunder which tears out the soft ears of a human being! The shout that a mother's lonely child's death in warfare bursts into the long mountains of hopes. It is dark, I could merely understand what is happening around me, nothing is visible, only thing that I could see is myself, no that isn't me, a copy of me, hanging with hands like me, not that much close, he is two large feet away from me! I could hear his breaths, touching mine, and conversing the fear of death with each other!
"Why don't you free you hands?" The copy of me questions. He has a very thick voice and that is trembling, seems like he is fearing and asking me a question, he adds, "do you fear from the death?" And starts whistling in a try to divorce death from himself, from his mortal life! Poor him!
"I do, everyone does and you too fear from the death. Your whistles speak that, don't lie, be true to yourself, don't you fear from the death?" He stops whistling to show he isn't fearing from death, he acts as if death is his closest friend that will not take his soul.
"Why shall I fear, I have the friends who search for me in every occasion, for every tough situations they shadow me."
"I have the same too. They are probably searching for me in this dark space. They are as close to me as my soul to my body!" I speak with confidence that confuses him. He feels a little nervous, because his face narrates he is lying of having friends around him. He is fearing more than our very first conversation. He is fearing terribly, his breaths are throwing his hidden heartbeats into my ears. Eyes are running, in hurry, from right to right, and, up to down, the fear is growing more and more intense! I feel he is going to fall down, this moment, if not this, in the coming moment, forsooth!
I hear a sound, not a sound, instead a whole music, some boys are singing and others are playing instruments, one holds a guitar and the other is using bottles to make sound of drums, different drums. I can guess the number was high, above two and five, boys! Maybe no, maybe younger and maybe older, may be professional or maybe newly learnt musicians, whatsoever, they were approaching, the music was getting more closer. I clear my throat and turn my eyes to the eyes of the one stuck in the deep well!
"Finally, I have my boys, I'm going to be rescued and your friends, so-called friends, are yet lost in the light! I guess you must not hope for their presence here, they won't appear for you, they have forgotten you, they don't need you anymore, everything they had might be all your supports, 'nothing more nothing less'!" I try consoling him, I tap, one of my hands, on his shoulder, I couldn't touch it though! Those boys have reached, almost, near to the well, they are still playing music, shouting, I don't know what they are shouting, but shouting, maybe they are shouting of me, calling out my name and searching me! I shout back to them, they find me, they have lights; very dim, as dim as the dying eyes which recognize no one, anymore. One of them say, "maybe we lost him, poor him." No name is mentioned, I think, maybe they are nervous and forget my name. "Let's try throwing a rope, may he is there and will tie himself with the rope." Another suggest, still the name isn't mentioned. A rope comes, I couldn't hold, I couldn't catch, I couldn't tie myself! I shout, shout, "I'm here, help me come out! I'm here....!" My voice sticks in my throat, I could not speak, nor I could breath! Everything is becoming more dark, darker, darker and darker.
"You end up here" speak my copy, "I'm going up, you are going to be lost forever, no one can find you, no one can help you and no one can see you anymore." He adda with a pitiful sound to me, he seems more sympathetic, more consoling than me during this small tough-moment, but long-term! This isn't the copy, this is original me and I am his reflection, what I'm, I still don't know.
The rope comes, he ties himself with the rope and the rope goes! His eyes are affixed to mine, and now closed, totally closed, and the tongue out, I find another rope, that is tied to his neck, face is now clearly shown, it is abused, it is cut with knives, nose is broken, teeth are half and the half is missing and a hole on his forehead from which a line with blood is drawn, the line of his luck which is banished from life, and yes, that is. And I am getting disappeared, gradually, no, never gradually, fast, too fast! I'm still shouting "help me, I'm stuck here, save me, help....!" My hands disappear, I am falling from height to the lower part of the well, and the time comes, I, fortunately or unfortunately, go missing forever!
"Help me, I'm stuck in the well's middle, help me!" I shout, the shout that could be related to that very thunder which tears out the soft ears of a human being! The shout that a mother's lonely child's death in warfare bursts into the long mountains of hopes. It is dark, I could merely understand what is happening around me, nothing is visible, only thing that I could see is myself, no that isn't me, a copy of me, hanging with hands like me, not that much close, he is two large feet away from me! I could hear his breaths, touching mine, and conversing the fear of death with each other!
"Why don't you free you hands?" The copy of me questions. He has a very thick voice and that is trembling, seems like he is fearing and asking me a question, he adds, "do you fear from the death?" And starts whistling in a try to divorce death from himself, from his mortal life! Poor him!
"I do, everyone does and you too fear from the death. Your whistles speak that, don't lie, be true to yourself, don't you fear from the death?" He stops whistling to show he isn't fearing from death, he acts as if death is his closest friend that will not take his soul.
"Why shall I fear, I have the friends who search for me in every occasion, for every tough situations they shadow me."
"I have the same too. They are probably searching for me in this dark space. They are as close to me as my soul to my body!" I speak with confidence that confuses him. He feels a little nervous, because his face narrates he is lying of having friends around him. He is fearing more than our very first conversation. He is fearing terribly, his breaths are throwing his hidden heartbeats into my ears. Eyes are running, in hurry, from right to right, and, up to down, the fear is growing more and more intense! I feel he is going to fall down, this moment, if not this, in the coming moment, forsooth!
I hear a sound, not a sound, instead a whole music, some boys are singing and others are playing instruments, one holds a guitar and the other is using bottles to make sound of drums, different drums. I can guess the number was high, above two and five, boys! Maybe no, maybe younger and maybe older, may be professional or maybe newly learnt musicians, whatsoever, they were approaching, the music was getting more closer. I clear my throat and turn my eyes to the eyes of the one stuck in the deep well!
"Finally, I have my boys, I'm going to be rescued and your friends, so-called friends, are yet lost in the light! I guess you must not hope for their presence here, they won't appear for you, they have forgotten you, they don't need you anymore, everything they had might be all your supports, 'nothing more nothing less'!" I try consoling him, I tap, one of my hands, on his shoulder, I couldn't touch it though! Those boys have reached, almost, near to the well, they are still playing music, shouting, I don't know what they are shouting, but shouting, maybe they are shouting of me, calling out my name and searching me! I shout back to them, they find me, they have lights; very dim, as dim as the dying eyes which recognize no one, anymore. One of them say, "maybe we lost him, poor him." No name is mentioned, I think, maybe they are nervous and forget my name. "Let's try throwing a rope, may he is there and will tie himself with the rope." Another suggest, still the name isn't mentioned. A rope comes, I couldn't hold, I couldn't catch, I couldn't tie myself! I shout, shout, "I'm here, help me come out! I'm here....!" My voice sticks in my throat, I could not speak, nor I could breath! Everything is becoming more dark, darker, darker and darker.
"You end up here" speak my copy, "I'm going up, you are going to be lost forever, no one can find you, no one can help you and no one can see you anymore." He adda with a pitiful sound to me, he seems more sympathetic, more consoling than me during this small tough-moment, but long-term! This isn't the copy, this is original me and I am his reflection, what I'm, I still don't know.
The rope comes, he ties himself with the rope and the rope goes! His eyes are affixed to mine, and now closed, totally closed, and the tongue out, I find another rope, that is tied to his neck, face is now clearly shown, it is abused, it is cut with knives, nose is broken, teeth are half and the half is missing and a hole on his forehead from which a line with blood is drawn, the line of his luck which is banished from life, and yes, that is. And I am getting disappeared, gradually, no, never gradually, fast, too fast! I'm still shouting "help me, I'm stuck here, save me, help....!" My hands disappear, I am falling from height to the lower part of the well, and the time comes, I, fortunately or unfortunately, go missing forever!