Everything seems dizzy around him- as if his consciousness, soul and identity are getting erased off.
Blizzard is blowing all around him- he is amid a storm-storm outside and storm inside his mind- as if Lord Shiva is making a tandava!
he is lost within a desert of ice- snow is all around him-and more and more snow is gathering around him-most likely he will be buried alive in this desert-where he will he stay for ages- alone. His grave will be here-amid the Himalayas! For centuries blizzard will sing to him- until one explorer one day discovers his body-as fresh as if he is son going to rise after a goodnight sleep.
He tried to think-how his face will look like after the death? Will there be an expression of terror on the face of death? Or there…
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