I hesitate. I'm very apprehensive. I look around me. I look over my shoulder to make sure there is no one or nothing that is following me. I don't want to go on alone, but I have no choice. It is my war, my territory I have to save. Looking back I see the golden sun that tempted me to embark this journey. 26 years now. I wait. Still. Patiently. Breathing slowly now. Anxious, my palms start to sweat. I wipe them dry on my clothes. I wait. Time! I think of it. 26 years! I have seen time, felt it too. It is a delicate thing, this time. Always slips away when you try to hold it. Moments in time, I try and recollect, are so faded now that it feels like a dream. Moments in time, I wonder. Moments. Small moments of joy, of sadness. A lot has happened these 12 months. Lot of emotions. Lot more is the feeling of numbness. I wait. I get more anxious now, to see how it starts. I always wait, when this time comes. I stand there, with palms sweating, recollecting the past and sketching the ...
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