The Cloud number nine has been following me for the past one week. Wherever I go , it follows me. It follows me down to the valleys, the meadows , the deserts and even the snow. It just won't stop stalking me. People call me a lunatic when I tell them about this grotesque ubiquitous cloud.
Strangely this cloud does not have a silver lining. I don't know why this Cloud of Guilt still follows me. It is bizarre. It did not matter much to me when I shot that soldier on the other side of the border. As a matter of fact, I was on Cloud Nine when my perfectly placed shot perforated the heart of my enemy. I was at a distance and it was dark , but I still managed to hit him. My dexterous shot earned me a lot of plaudits from my Brothers.
My mind has been Clouded with so many thoughts ever since. Maybe he was a Brother too.