Beyond Sunset

It was half past three on a misty Monday afternoon. Standing in front of dresser mirror of bedroom, Pragya was applying cold cream on her face. Looking at her reflection, for a moment, she got scared. Dark circles, fuzzy hair, sullen face. However, it was her looks which instilled concern in her rather her two dry, vacant eyes which seems to have been sucked out of any traces of life or vibrancy, leaving them lifeless. Keeping the cold cream bottle on the dresser, she once again gazed at her ...