"Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary,
Hair of gold and lips like cherries..."

Can’t help recalling these words... lovely song... but then in this dark cell everything looks so obscure.

I can hear the sounds of silence... as the night matures. Dawn will bring with it freedom...

They say that I am guilty of... forget it. All that matters is that they say that when day breaks, I have a date with the gallows. Dates remind me of some long-lost dreams, I close my eyes... it hasn’t been long, no certainly not. It was just the other day that a pretty lady and a splendid young man were celebrating youth... that too was a date.

The stone walls stare at me menacingly. Ah! They are ignorant …how can such fragile obstructions deprive me of freedom. For I have got hit but never stopped, for I have lost but never gave up... until I won. But do I want to get free?

The same old world waits for me outside this cell. The world where I can find answers to all questions ever asked, but for the one question that haunts me... whose answer lies in the womb of the gallows.

I am tempted, I really am... to delve into the oblivion.

She always says... in fact, only she says that I am special. Right from the time I started discerning sounds from noises, I have heard murmurs of warmth, I have felt strokes of reassurance... right from the time my memories started accompanying me, I have felt her comforting touch.

She waits for me. There is a ray of light, at the end of the tunnel, that says that it’s not yet time to explore the unexplored...

Its time for the date... but I am going to miss this one.

Concluded.

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* Contributed by -
Anupam Dasgupta,
Second Year (MBA),
IIM Indore.