Autobiography of a Prisoner

Topaz glory of sunset faded to sapphire and amethyst twilight which poured through my open window. The stony silence in my condemned cell was cut short by a loud rough voice of a prison guard and a shrill sound which was familiar erupted through the whole building. After these sounds hushed i again relapsed into a gloom that seemed sort of a habit with me now.

Let me describe my sad profound story. I am sure you will sympathize with me but I ask for no pity. I am a prisoner in my lonely cell. I was brought here in January when the new year was being met with growing optimism. I used to work in a rich man's house. I worked and lived there. One day a robbery took place in my master's house and many valuables, cash and jewellery were stolen. My master laid his suspicions on me and took me to court. I tried to plead my innocence. Though my master did not have any evidence against me, by recommendation I received a six-month penalty. From that day my life was a turmoil, a useless thing with no beginning or an end. For the first time in my life i realized what exactly is a useless life.

Days run into one another into a changeless eternity. Everyday, the prisoners are being brought here and led out of here. It is the same, old routine for me. Early in the morning i am jerked to wakefulness by the same big, bulky prison guard. I offer my prayers daily. I am given light food which is scarce even to fill my stomach. Everyday i have to toil and struggle from morning till afternoon. I am being condemned to the torture of endless threatening darkness. At night I have to suffer the hard rough floor for my mattress. My strength has been highly taxed.

My life is totally devastated. I am utterly lonely with no friends or visitors to ease my turmoil. I could have died long before but the unquenchable hope within my heart quietens and subdues the palpable distress. I survive the depredations of time not letting the wicked sense of hopelessness seep through my body and assail me, because i know my time is drawing nearer when i would be free. My suffering is coming to an end. I wait for the ultimate moment when my exultation will overpass my sorrow.