Its a go
I stopped walking.
What is that?
That strange shining white light object?
Yeah, we are at the end of the tunnel.
For a long time I didnt say a thing. The emotion was overwhelming.
I looked at my bloody feet. Felt my wounded soul. The sense of relief
wasnt obvious. Not as obvious as I thought it would be.
I sat down in the mud. I silently started crying, within.
He left me alone for sometime. After a while, he returned with a huge
smile and asked.
Why are you crying?
Because its a Delirium post.
We laughed. I hugged him.
What do I do now?