A rain had visited the night before.
A woman was found dead in the middle of the forest clearing. A lost traveller perhaps, but her scars and wounds narrated a different tale.
Her toes were covered in mud, clothes tattered here and there. Those eyes were still yet I saw in them, a fearless warrior who never accepted defeat. Something was lightly held in her palm. I opened them to find a crushed paper and a faded photograph. A number was scribbled in the paper and the photograph……
A sudden chill came over me. I sat there frozen for a whole minute.
“Oh my God!!! This is impossible!
I don’t even know this woman. Then.. then how can ….. my eye sight is giving away.
This photograph… Is it me in this photograph??? Or am I hallucinating this entire thing?!!!