It has been a week in this new place. 15 days since I last contemplated suicide. 12 days since deliverance paid me a visit, pushing open a new door to a new life. Today I am a government employee, a dream for ten thousands who go through daily grind of revising updating and cramming knowledge. A blanket of security and feeling of freedom surround me. It's raining heavily there are few people on the road, I need to rush back to the room I live in, my angel my love and my reason for living is awaiting my call. She must have reached home my heart breaks when I think of my five year old daughter living away from me from her parents. I have to hold on.. take her back with me ..a year that's what I promised .. in an year we will be together. I feel tears running down my cheeks suddenly the air stands still it's chiller. I am scared and then mists rise all around. I hear a whisper... I have always loved you... a cold breath near my ear.. I turn but all I see is a tall silhouette walking away in the mist. My heart beats faster I can't let go... but then who is this stranger in the mist. The voice in my dreams ... is he real? My heart hurts and tears keep flowing just like each time I heard his voice in my dreams. Suddenly everything goes black.