Evil Within

The Evil Within...
This setup is worsening every day/ I wonder how long I would be able to work on this little lappy.

Anyways let us get to the story.

A few days before, we were roaming around the college vicinity, meanwhile we had our food ready at the Prakash Dhaba. One among us started to talk about paranormal possibilities, intending to give us goosebumps and another began to add flavours to it by narrating incidents from some similar movies that he might have watched last midnight or something of that order. This reminded me of a picture I had captured last December at my grandparent’s home. I had given him words to show him that ‘four seconds picture’ in which I captured a face composed of smoke, which appears to be yelling. I never cared for looking for the picture for few days since I had been panic all these days about the exams that is yet to be conducted.

Finding myself spending lone time at home, this thought has struck me back and I began to search for the picture. Holy this system is crashing a lot these days.

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Anyhow, it surrendered to its master and I began to sneak into it. I will certainly call myself lucky to find the folder ordered date-wiz. I gazed thru every single picture the folder had, I found the picture right in front of me on the screen, but wait where the smoke is? It has vanished like those early winter mist in afternoon. I re-wondered at the picture I had in my head, I was trying smoke photography along with light painting or one may call it a low light panning. The picture I had taken had a man with his body wrapped with a shawl, burning wood and sitting beside it to de-freeze himself from the chillin’ of the winter. A pair of blaze crossed from left to the right. <

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<I felt as if someone was peeing at me .> < Stop this, why the heck am I getting line breaks for no reason>

And the best part of the picture; it had a uniform smoke spread in such a way, that it appeared as if a face has lost its glories, eyes drowned in sorrows, mouth, damn skinny with no protein into it and nose as if someone has torn away the holding fibers out of it. I am pretty sure of the fact that I have never deleted even the worst of the pictures taken. Not even those blurry ones. Then this was such a lottery. But wait where is the picture. I don’t believe anyone else to dig so much and do such a reckless act of vanishing my huntt. The one I had in front of me is the only one it could be, but wait where has it gone?

#to_be_continued..