Once I had gone to a store. In one section of it, it had many masks. There were masks of all colours and shapes. Happy and sad masks. But there was one mask which caught my attention. It was kept in an isolated rack. On a closer look i found the words 'this is the mask of the devil' inscribed on it. I really liked the mask and tried it on. I really thought it looked cool. And i pretended that I was the devil. People around me laughed at me. I took off the mask and showed them it was me and then put it on again. I really liked the mask and wore it next week to a party. And then next time when I went to meet my girl friend. And then i wore it all the time at my home and my parents were quite confused. Then I wore the mask to work where I think it was against the rules. And then I wore it to place of worship. There, people were not exactly thrilled to see me and they went screaming that the devil was there. I tried to tell them that I am not the devil. That, its just the mask. I tried to take off my mask but it wont come off. People started chasing me with holy water in their hands and prayers on their lips. I ran from the place of worship. I tried to scratch the mask from my face but it just wouldnt come off. I ran and ran and ran an ran. All the time trying to peel off the mask which kept digging deeper in my skin. I reached a river and immersed my face in water but the mask didnt separate from my face. I looked at my reflection. The devil had become me.
