Down the Memory Lane by Adeel Salman
Uploaded by eddyslash on Mar 20, 2009
Down the Memory Lane
by Adeel Salman
The abyss… it stares back… is it hard to stare back… may be? I sometimes stand at the edge and look down... it actually pulls. The abyss stares back and it actually pulls. Chaos is like gravity. All you need is a push. I walked down the memory lane in search of me. But all I found was a stranger with tear stained face. He looked at me. I looked at him. We both passed each other. I think it was me. But then again it could have been anyone. Looks can be very deceptive nowadays.
So I walked on and I saw a couple of people who hailed me as ‘friend’. Now who could they be? Hmmm they resemble those faces I have in mind that haunt me in the dead of the night. They are pale and scary; resemble the blood suckers called vampires. Here though they look fresh and very… fresh. But why would they call me ‘friend’. I moved on and saw more of those. They all called me ‘friend’. Now what could be the meaning of ‘friend’? Most of them had smiles when they shouted out this word. Well then it must be something associated with joy. Some also had open arms. Hmmm so that means it must be closely related to embracing. But what is that cold gleam in their eyes… all had it. That suggested something very very sinister. Hmmm so friend is not a good thing after all. Yeah I guess friend isn’t a good thing after all.
As I move on I see that there are some more faces standing at the next bend. They actually are just faces. No bodies. No arms. No legs. No abdomens. Just faces. Most of them resembled the guy with the tear stained face. Some have scars. Some have painted smiles. But almost all have the same look. Sad… sad… very sad! Maybe they are just faking the face of the tear stained guy resembling me. Looks can be very deceptive these days.
The night was falling and shadows of broken dreams and shattered hopes were beginning to grow darker. Loud weary wails were emerging from those shadows… I had not even reached half the way, and it was all beginning to scare me like hell. The shadows started to grow… they began chasing me.
As I tried to trace my way back, I...