Trapped in a room which is contracting slowly, it’s an uncomfortable feeling of claustrophobia which is kicking in fast and thick. Eyes fail to see far. It’s all hazy, black and dingy. Hands are frantically groping for ways out in the dark. Each possible opening with its own gush of winds seem to be another trap in the making. Walls are closing in. Time is running out, patience is wearing thin, fear is building up, anxiety is in the air, with un-certainty all around. Survival is the biggest word looming right at the face with a huge question mark following close !

T@nny.