a piece of fiction...

Wrote it some time back for my old blog. Kind of self reflecting piece...
He was upset. After all these years, suddenly it came from his past to hound him. First he tried to escape. He ran till one day he realized that his feet cannot but stand still. He tried drowning himself in wine, in idle chatter, in the company of friends and merry faces... but it always came back to hound him - the moment he took a break to catch his breath, the moment he sat to wipe his brow, it leaped silently.. It waited in shadows... with no haste... He was confused. He knew that he don’t want to confront it. No, not confront; he don’t want even to recognize the existence of it. He is the primeval man. He is always proud of himself; of his control over the chaos his mind goes through; of his controlled emotions; of his independency on other souls... He was afraid; afraid of confession; afraid of recognizing the existence of something he hurled to doom years back.... he was afraid of losing to himself. He can lose to any one but to himself. He love to play with fire, even though he knew one day it can turn back and lick him; and take him with it. He enjoyed his control, and the arrogance came with the realization that he can control. He no longer seeked acceptance; nor gave acceptance. He sneered at those who asked for his acceptance; he enjoyed his actions and laughed at those who tried to dissuade him from playing with fire.Then it came from his past; with a vengeance to destroy. With a calm face and iron grip and it gained force every moment he tried to deny the existence of it....He knew he could not go on, and one day it will confront him. It took him all the energy he had to do it - at last he faced it, stabbed it with cross made of silver, and put a garland of garlic on Itz throat. He said the last amen... and walked in the rain....