Oblivion of Death. --------- by Janaki Mehta
It was a dark nocturnal time. Freezing cold was grabbing the atmosphere into its teeth clenching clutch. I was pale and frostbitten, walking alone in the path lighted by the moonlight. My hands were freezing beyond pain, and my eye lashes Cudnt handle the snowflakes on it. I clutched my coat tighter around me, and kept walking to a path which either was leading me to a deep forest or a village. The wind grew stronger and stronger causing my steps to get shortened and slower. A snow covered field beckoned its presence in the visage of darkness. I felt a bit relieved guessing a village would be nearer now. The whistling winds were blewing my fragile frame. I was balancing myself with much difficulty while it threw me side to side. The snow was white against the dark clouds, and my feet were numb with pain. I felt no circulation of blood within them. Suddenly a strong gust of wind threw me back on the ground, and I fell with a painstricken thud. I was so shocked and frozen with co