Escape
Xyasha Zabeen On e-mail
It gives me the happiest feeling ever when I recall the most memorable day of my life. Trapped alone among all the lifeless creations of God for so many years gave me a feeling of disgust for myself. I was surrounded by boulders, dry and still. The momentary tactile of the wind used to feel great. Lack of life in that pitch-black darkness was no less than death. I was almost dead there. All I used to hear was the low noise of the ants' spectacle, footsteps of various insects. Sound of the birds' chirping used to drown me in glee. Spiders were always nauseating, the filthy creature that never even tried to get out of my body when stuck. I had a clear idea about the bugs' life, few complain against mine. Spellbound in a deep hollow hole for zillions of years felt very suffocating though I never had a track of time. That day I suddenly felt the change in altitude. It wasn't supposed to be that hot so high above sea level. I could predict something was coming. I didn't feel the cool sensation of the breeze on my hot body. I felt a pressure from deep inside, I was being heated from the core. I knew I was getting red. I felt a surprising excitement when I felt my molecules vibrating really fast. I knew it was the time to say farewell to my home, to tell them that I would never return, yet I knew that none ever felt my presence. The volcano exploded, I cascaded out with success. I was free at last!
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