There are instances where the aspect of time and space seizes. Like a man in solitary confinement, he can retain his sanity or goes crazy, the silence kills him. Every click of the clock gets him closer to something he cannot experience, there is no clarity, no place to go. Zobel walked the days dazed, in directions that were unknown, he didn’t care about being followed and he sure was in the initial days but then the people left him alone. The bewilderment and confusion made him walk in unknown directions.
This day was no different, a tsunami of thoughts went through his mind, he was a loser, a defector and now a runaway. What would happen to his home, his wife and kids, the wife who never loved him? He was lost in his thoughts and was walking in a light drizzle.
“Where you are going General”, chuckled a cute little kid.
“Get away, go on and go back to your friends”, Zobel was in no mood of holding a conversation, at least with a kid.
“Are you really as brave as my friends tell me?”, he was keeping pace all the time with Zobel, “you know my friends think that I will never be a warrior, they think the best I would do in life is to milk cows, do you think the same, Zobel?.
