I hear a man' s voice, someone calling me, "Shubham where are you?"
I heard it but I couldn't move.
He kept on calling but my voice never left my mouth.
He came towards the well and peeped into it and shouted, "Where are you Shubham?" I was looking at the sky and the floating clouds but I couldn't move my eyes.
He saw my hand floating in the well.
He cried, "Shubham" and his voice was so shrill that it broke the glass that acted as a shield between heaven and earth.
I saw the man who murdered me and jumped across the fence but I couldn't recognize his face.
I want to see the man who is crying but I'm unable to do it.