He cannot tell if this is a dream. Everything seems so real. The place, the sounds around him, even the feeling. There is something familiar with this feeling.
He walks around, on his guard. Then he laughs. Surely if this is a dream, he cannot be harmed. He'll just wake up to where he's safe. But still, something, some prick of feeling tells him he has to watch his steps.
Further and farther, he walks. He looks around, trying to remember how he's supposed to go.
When suddenly, he hears a snap. Jerking his head to where the sound comes from, he tries to glean through the darkness. Seeing nobody, he turns again to the path he's taking. Maybe just an animal, he thinks.
After quite some time, a glaring white light appeared. He rushes to it, thinking he's finally seen the end. Abruptly, though, he stops. Hang on. This is just a dream. I don't need to rush like this.
But the light is fading. And somehow, against his better knowing, he feels like he cannot lose it. So on he runs again. Faster, this time. Until he reaches it. And then he sees where the light is coming from.
About time. He reached for the white person's hand.
Somewhere in the heart of the city, inside a hospital room, the life machine beeped loudly.
Photo by: Arun Kurup
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