It was a very big blur from where he saw.
There were too many foggy layers of emotions that obstructed his vision. Avinash never knew that you could get fog in so many types. Yet he tried hard to look through the layers.
Some were of fear – unfounded ones. Man-made, he thought and then smiled – aren’t they all man-made? These were not only man-made but also nourished and distributed. Some were of mistrust, some were of pure confusion. The dense ones, were of a mistaken purpose.
Before he could imagine taking a walk along the park, he had to wait. Wait till the fog cleared.
