Prisoner Of The Mind

I'm Arjun Verma, 35 years old.I'm a bank clerk. Every day I get up at eight in the morning, brush my teeth, shower, and by nine I'm out in the same white shirt and gray pants—like a machine.Nothing new happens in my life.No excitement, no fear.Just a straight line, like that of a dead person on a hospital monitor.My wife, Neha, is now just a name. We live in the same house, but it's like two strangers on the same bus. In the morning, she has her mobile, at night, he has his mobile. Instagram stories, WhatsApp messages, Facebook posts—that's her world. And my world? Silence.I tried many times to talk to her, to touch her, to feel something… but she always made some excuse: sometimes tired, sometimes moody, sometimes time.But one day... everything changed.It was raining that night.Neha was in her room, and I was sitting on the balcony, watching the raindrops fall outside. Something inside me felt broken, but no one could hear it.I picked up my mobile and opened Google. "e;How to create an anonymous social media account."e;Five minutes later… a new human being was born – "e;Krishna"e;.Krishna was what I could never become.Bold, outspoken, and uninhibited.I wrote the first post:"e;There is a prison inside every man… and the prisoner in that prison is the one whom the world considers the most noble."e;Posted it and kept the mobile aside.But that night… for the first time, I fell asleep.Deep, heavy… and strangely comforting sleep.But what did I know…I didn't just post one that night...I had awakened the demon within me.