BY NEEL ANIL PANICKER
Raghav craned his neck upwards, his once determined eyes, now sunken enough to expose all but its sockets.
And as the single strobe of light hit his near fading eyes, he searched maniacally for a way out knowing fully well that every single moment that he lay in this bottomless pit was but a step closer to death.
How many weeks, or is that months, had it been? One, two, or is it more?
How would he know? He only knew that the slit above was but a narrow beam through which was fed some strands of sunlight; and food and water. They were kind or, so he thought.
They didn’t let him die. Generous as they were with food, so what if it was just a few crumbs of bread and water in a dirty plastic glass that his…
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