I sat on the stairs of the hotel . The darkness was still there and the feeling also.
Had I did any wrong ? Had I taken a wrong step on my last stop . Had I did anything wrong by starting this new life .I have read somewhere when a king says to a shepherd dreamer , that when you want something , he whole universe helps you to follow your dreams . But the opposite is happening to me now.

My dreams Are against me . Closer I come to them , the more they run away from me . There are mountains as obstruction In a normal life , but in my life there are mirrors which reflects my dreams back . I remember the day when that darkness entered our happy life and took all the happiness of our terrain . Took my mother's love . Took my father's joy and also my brother and sister with them . And left us with a harsh enmity between the two sides . All because of the patriotism . This is the reason , I hate patriotism . The word itself gives me a irritation .

I looked up towards the empty sky . Most of it is darkness and only tiny dots of light are visible. There was my life in front of me. Most of the part is darkness with some intervals of joy but at last, we reach the brightest of all. We reach the bright moon. The moon reminded me of that face. The face of trust and happiness. I remembered swati. She was like one of those stars. I thought to call her but she may be angry from me. But, in all this life, all things can be lost but not the hope. If one loses hope, he loses his life . I don't want it with me. I raised my hand with the dark electronic object and the numbers of her identity without losing hope.
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