Life of Darkness!

Tick! Tick Tick!

Every second the clock's ticking sound echoed in my dark, dusted, small room. And with every passing second, I knew he was approaching!

Who, you asked?

The one who is the soul's captor and life's ender, death's specter, that none can tender.

Yes! The Grip Ripper itself was approaching to take my life!

Is this the end? End of my life?

A life that is lived in a vein, a life full of regrets, a life with ample loneliness, and a life that is filled to the brim with darkness.

Yes, Darkness! If my life can be defined by one word then that will be the Darkness.

As someone who came to this earth as an orphan and blind on top of that, without any ounce of ability to see, my entire life was like a canvas of pitch darkness.

Why I was an orphan? who were my parents? Did they abandon me because I was born blind? Or they died? Or was there some other reason?

Sadly I never knew the answer to these things...

Initially, it was fine but as I grew up life became difficult. Each day was like walking on fire with darkness as my only companion.

I took some minimal jobs to sustain myself and then finally settled as a phone operator in a company. The salary was less but I was pleased with it.

But in the end, society never accepted me!

Not a single person that I can call a friend. And I did not even find any love in my life!

Friend? Love?

Friends - they must be some creature from Fairy Tails.

And for love - For me, It's a far-fetched concept that I don't understand. As a fully blind person, I was never able to see the opposite gender. And it's not like I had any chance to touch someone of the opposite gender. Then how can I love someone? For me, a woman is someone who sounds pleasant to the ears. That's all...

And then was I even worthy of being loved?

I was blind! and to a cherry on top, I was poor. And maybe I even looked ugly as hell...

No wonder no one took the initiative to talk to me in my life...

And as I grew older this life that was already filled with thorns became unbearable. Even doing simple tasks became a nightmare.

And now lying down on my bed in the small room covered with dust and a pungent smell I am counting my final hours.

Maybe If I eat something I can live more but...

All the stored food has finished and my old bones do not have any energy left to go out and buy something to eat. And also it's not like I have any money left!

With each passing second my body became colder and my heartbeat slowed down.

Darkness was my companion from birth but on this deathbed, as death hovers above I felt scared of this darkness and this this loneliness... without a single soul beside me.

As the saying goes the value of a person's life can be measured by the tears shared by their loved ones on his deathbed. In that sense, my life was truly worthless!

But soon it will be the end. End of my suffering, loneliness, and the end of this eternal darkness that lies before me...

What will I find in the afterlife?

Maybe a light that will guide me to the afterlife or even more darkness?

As I clung to the slight hope of colors in my afterlife, my consciousness slowly but surely became vivid and before I knew it, I drifted to the afterlife!