2 II

So, as days ran, bleeding into weeks, speeding into months, and accelerating into years, I could do no more than feed, speak, think and drink, dream forgotten and totally resigned to my fate, my life remained as mundane as it always was. But within this period, I did learn something new - money could get you anything, and I mean, anything. But in order to have it in heaps one must know a money doubler. With such prized knowledge earned by digging through heaps in order to find food for the second wisest itinerant, I set off.

Nemesis had small villages, communities, towns, some worse than the other, and some, way better than most, my home was considered as one of the few habitable ones, one of those in which food could be found, not the best quality of food, and not the best water source, yet, we had something. But I was curious, and I wanted more out of my miserable life, and evidently, the last money doubler who had seen the borders of my town, had been absent in town for five years. So, I set off, with a hope almost battered till its last breath, and no other reason to stay back, to me, an adventure seemed to be the best choice.

The nature of filth and their towering masses acted as landmarks, I kept moving, escorted only by myself, and myself alone, acquaintance forgotten, and all trivialities abandoned. I moved for years, searching and searching. My hope, at some point had taken its last breath, and was beyond being resurrected, so, I stopped. Body and soul weak, heartbroken and mind confused, my surroundings became a blur, so, I collapsed. I felt the rough texture of the ground, the sharp and hot grains of sand, all digging into my skin coaxing it into breaking. On that day, the sky looked glum, it looked exactly the way I felt, and with mind, blank and tired, I shifted my eyes away from the sky and to my environment. Silently taking note of the change in scenery, I noticed him, the odd one.