The Faceless Sadist
The smell of the freshly dug soil hadn’t yet sunk in me completely and there I lied in the dark world waiting to befriend the arthropods and the microbes. I was feeling depressed, it was for the first time I was away from my soul. I did not know where it was. “Did it get someone like me or someone better than me to reside in?” was the question on my mind. “Hello! You there?” suddenly a voice enquired. It derailed the train of thoughts in which I was. For a moment, I thought who would that be, who would want to look for a dead entity? The voice and its echo sounded familiar to me and I realized, “Isn’t it the same voice which used to pinch me with guilt consciousness whenever I did something wrong, acted selfish or betrayed someone’s trust? Isn’t it the same voice that reprimanded my evil being every now and then because it took everything as acceptable and a done thing?” I hated the times when it criticized even my good form saying it has lost all the morality and it is gradually becom...