The Cursed Temple

The Beginning Last rays from the Sun flooded my drawing room. It looked so lovely and enchanting. Far away the flowing river Thames looked even more charming. The Sun’s rays penetrating deep within the river water looked like floating with the river waves, waves in turn appeared as golden ribbon, a view as if gifted to Earth from heaven. At this age and stage of life, when a man gives up all hopes to live, these scenic beauties give an inspiration to live and rise up with new hopes. Whenever I come across this captivating beauty of the nature, I feel an inspiration and new energy build up within my heart. The Sun’s rays make me merry and cheerful, gives me hope that there is still something in this world on which I can live upon. But alas! Human beings are perishable. In ever changing life, only death is inevitable! There have been little showers of rain few hours ago and the sky looked clear apart from few groups of dark clouds. I stood near window at my study room, enjoying the beauty of the nature while unknowingly time had trickled quite a bit. It was possibly about an hour that I was standing by the window. I have been feeling quite uneasy for past few days. I’m growing older and feebler day by day now. After a while I looked back to my study room and at the pile of papers lying on my desk. Today is Sunday and it’s a day off for me, so there was no patient. Patients, huh! Well let me introduce myself. I’m Dr John Robert Morrison, a general physician by qualification and profession. My desire or rather l**t for adventure, tourism and exploration did not take me through a long and good medical career. After obtaining my primary medical degree I retired from my academic career.