"A profound unmitigated loneliness is the only truth of life"
- R.K. Narayan

10:00 P.M.
He lived alone, yet he crawled ever so silently into the room, as if he was up to something wrong. He stood still for a moment, throwing empty glances on everything around. Then he walked into the bath and shut the door behind him.

10:15 P.M.
The bathroom door creaked open. His hand thrust out of the gap and threw the bottle of pills on to the bed. The door slam shut again.

10:50 P.M.
He came out sobbing, walked over to the desktop and switched it on. As it booted up, a photo of a smiling young man flashed on the screen. "Those were the days" he soulfully remarked, "when everything seemed so fine" and then his voice turned meeker, "and today it seems I am paying a fine for everything."

It was supposed to be the last night of his life, at least that's how he had planned it. He was fed up of being scared to wake up the next day to a new set of challenges, and wanted to end it all that night. The pills were ready but he had felt compelled to vent out in some manner. He couldn't confess to friends as they would interfere and spoil his plans. When in the bath, the idea had come to him. He would create an anonymous blog and dump all his thoughts, his life events, his attempts at succeeding, his eventual failures, his dilemma, everything that had brought him to this edge. The blog would be open to readers and they could comment whatever they like.. they would never be able to trace it back to him. He waited for the computer to boot up...

11:00 P.M.
Computer ready. Website opened. Anonymous Blog created.
He started dumping bits and pieces of his life onto it. He spilled the beans, he confessed all that he wanted to, explored the deepest recesses of his mind, mined the lost corners of his heart, scraped the dust and dung out of every nook and cranny of his being and splattered it all over the blog. Every few minutes, the blog would auto save and every hour, the contents would get auto-published.. out in the world for any eyes to pry on. The soul of a man laid bare on the internet.. yet without a face!

01:30 A.M.
The furious typing had stopped.. the blog was 12 posts big. The 13th post was the process of being typed and he had dozed off. He snored away on the keyboard itself.

07:30 A.M.
He woke up with a shriek. His head was dizzy. He was confused. He looked around and thumped his fist on the table. He was supposed to be in heaven by now.. He grabbed the pills from the bed and was about to run into the bath, when his eyes fell on the blog. The 13th post still lay unpublished, but out at the bottom of the 12th, there was a small bubble which said, "1 comment" Someone had read his blog overnight and left a comment for him.

He clicked on the bubble and the comment read, "Dear sir/madam, My life was doomed and I saw no way out. I came here looking for inspiration and just happened to stumble on your blog. And by God, what a lucky break it was for me. My life is not half as worse as yours has been. With every post of yours, I could see how things were still so much better off for me. It inspires me that if someone in your condition continues to live, then I have hell no right to give up on myself at all. It shows me a way. And the most beautiful thing is that your blog is left tantalizingly incomplete, like there is a lot more to come, and that gives me a great deal of hope, that you are out there, fighting it out somewhere, and will come back to complete the blog with your stories of heroism that will show me the courage to fight my own battles with. I shall wait for your next post, my dear savior angel! Thanks for saving my life!"
His hands were trembling. He slumped back on the chair and wept.

07:50 A.M.
He grabbed the pills and stormed into the bath. There was some muffled sobbing mixed with some loud swearing, and then the toilet was flushed.

Somewhere up in the heavens, an irritated voice boomed, "If its the Net that saves.. then what am I here for?"