I’m on the verge. The verge of void. Void which is infinite. Looking down at the black hole. The hole of void. Blacked out. No space. No hope. No light. Yet interacting with the emptiness. Still hunting for the light. Void is coming close. Closer. More closer. Else going far. Farther. Farther Away. BLACK. . .
With bed in my bedroom, Ahmadabad, Gujarat.