* Hey Guys, I need your help. I have been trying to write a few proses and want your opinion on them. Any type of criticism is most welcome. Thanks for your help. *

An enormous grey cloud was hovering over the city. He sat on the edge of the roof, arms folded legs dangling from the terrace. A strong wind was blowing with a silent sound beneath its steps; it came in roars and then fell. Sunlight peeked its way from the behind the clouds and a battle waged between darkness and light. From the curtain of clouds, a tiny speck of light gushed in. But soon he saw that from far away the darkest cloud made its way into the battle. Darkness slowly crept in, It gushed past the buildings, through roads and even the darkest alleys, passing over the ice cream truck, engulfing the cars, people and every truth known to man, it devoured them and slowly made its way towards him as if a friend. The time had come and the battle lost.

And soon the whole city was wrapped in the shade of a cocoon, yet blossoming, being nurtured while the rain had started to fall producing a requiem. He stood up and looked down over the street. A few cars gushed up here and there, a few people ran to the sides to take shelter. With an impetuous start and the artistic beauty of a dancer he fell.

Wind rushed to his face and his eyes welled up, it had been done and there was no stopping it. From the day we are born it is as if fear rocks the cradle of freedom. Each day passes like the day before, and our actions, emotions, behavior each can be described by a simple function which rules human life. A function of society, capital and time, each of them being variables, describing the locus of our identity. To live you had to die but it was death which taught you to live but by then it is too late.

The buildings swept past in a blurred distinction, the rain fell with him as if he were a part of it, how melodic yet horrific it seemed, this fall. How each passing moment engraves on the mind the elusive nature of reason and logic. A little girl looked from the window smiling unable to comprehend the act, waving her hand. The wind had stopped blowing; only a faint murmuring of the rain could be heard. Thoughts had left their domain and life was a mere comic act for him. No one existed and nothing mattered, how meaningless the past was in the face of death.

With each passing moment, relinquishment seemed near and near. Sun had again peaked its way from behind the curtain of clouds like a small girl watching a horror movie mortified as to what was to come. As the clock struck eleven it stopped, time against the course of nature had stopped and he realized that light and darkness were not enemies fighting for dominion but mere friends playing in a circle. Like a pendulum which swings either way, two sides of the same coin.

With a massive thud he crashed to the ground, a woman shrieked, a car crashed in the nearby tree, traffic stopped, the work stopped, people stood stunned, nobody made a move but the rain which poured and poured unstopping. He had left an indelible stain on the society. A stain coated with red screaming of ignorance and self-delusion. Meanwhile, the clock struck 11:01.