Unjudged.... contd.
previously on unjudged Act 2 Scene 2. The moon, stars and grey tattered water objects all seem to flatter him through the night, but his thoughts are wandering aimlessly. Thud-thud droplets echoing all the way into the hallway seems to harmonize with his vacillating heartbeats, the angel and devil sitting on each shoulder persuading him for something his heart desires but mind resists. The foyer gleaming with the moonlight is boxed between the two rooms one of which is like the darkest corner of his heart other has a small flickering candle on a corner shelf. Here he used to play with his friends; echoes of them frolicking and merrymaking still exist. Those were the olden days filled with innocent mischiefs. What happened, how-come he was caught in such tentacles? But now none of this matters all of this cannot be shoved under the carpet he’s sitting on. The flashes of mob jeering at his naked torso being whipped, the scorching flares from ab...