03— Tears of anxiety and anguish.

03— Tears of anxiety and anguish.

“Words mean nothing until and unless it is felt.”

— Saumya Tripathi

“Doesn't everything feel strange?” With a lump in my throat and a tight feeling in my chest that seeped into the veins, I exhaled with difficulty. “What should I make with all this?”

He left without even sparing a single glance. That was the only question that resonated in my psyche, altogether, as if everything were normal for him.

“Is this even real?”

Minutes ambled by. . .

Standing there, alone in the foreign room with just my little brother clinging to me and no one else—just us—I stood stunned and, most probably, confused and dumbfounded. I wasn't able to proceed regarding what had happened.

Which sane person would?

But the heavy questions remained in my mind, hovering over me, disturbing me with more questions to which I didn't have any answers, unsteadily revolting me to no end.

Why would he want us here? What would he get while abducting us? Why was he forcing us