The sun's rays filter through the small window of the tower. Another day of useless existence dawns upon me. I feel as if I had consumed too much opiate, only with opposite effect. Instead of ecstasy, my life is a living nightmare. Through the window, I can see Mumtaz's tomb. How I wish she were alive! But, now she is in that lovely white palace I see. The Taj Mahal , her eternal resting place. When …showed first 75 words of 487 total…

…showed last 75 words of 487 total…from the realm of power and thrown into a gaol, to live a desolate half-life, a life of solitariness, loneliness and sorrow. My breath wanes, I feel weary as I think of these heavy thoughts that burden my crushed soul. I feel powerless and forlorn. Existing itself has become cumbersome. Perhaps this is a good sign, a sign of my moving on from the sorrow of this miserable life and on to a new dawn......