A Touch of Evil
Hello there! Well I am guessing if you are here, you probably know me. Or not, I don't judge. But if you are here, let me tell you a story, one which starts with a question. Don't answer me now, listen to the story first & then answer me. Once upon a time a man asked someone “What is real?” Now, imagine a room. Maybe it's a square room. Square with whitewashed walls, barren & pristine. A room with white walls lit up by fluorescent lighting. There is but one door to enter the room, a grey nondescript metal door. At the far end of the room are two windows, you can see tiny slivers of sunlight streaming in through the windows. But you can't peek out of them, you can't reach out for the windows have iron bars on them. Welded in place to let nothing, nothing escape. At the centre of the room is a chair, a plain wooden chair. The legs of the chair are scuffed from years of use. A man sits on the chair, you do not see his face but you can smell him