He was standing alone on the bridge. His mind was so clouded that all his senses were not with him. Like some unknown force was dragging him somewhere. He was seeing the dark water under the bridge. The irony of the life the water without which life can’t survive was looking very scary during the night. He was in his own version of Bermuda’s Triangle. What is the value of his life the only question was getting hammered in his mind since last two hours. Was he ready to give it up ? But why ? Because the best thing