Darkness, why can’t we smell it? Or taste it? Or sense it on our skin? But why is it so easy to understand it’s feeling beneath our skin? Looking at a dark charcoal stick I realise it is quite similar to the darkness I’m talking about. It slowly creeps onto us without even us noticing and stains us with it’s deep blackness. Just the way a charcoal leaves behind residue on our hands, darkness stains our heart in the same way. The more our soul comes in contact with it, the more it gets room to spread.
So how is it that we remove the darkness that has creeped within?
PS : Zoya Rana was with me. Remember her.