Journey Of Hell | CH:48 (Avatanirodhan, The Hell of Suffocation)

From the bellies of the great serpents, I was taken to a place of utter stillness. We stood before a mountain, but it was not made of rock. It was a solid mass of dark, dense clay. The Yamduts dragged me to its base, where there was a small, dark opening. They threw me inside.

The opening sealed behind me. I was in a small, cramped cave. There was no light, and the air was thick, heavy, and stale. With every breath, the oxygen seemed to thin, replaced by a suffocating, poisonous fume that seeped from the clay walls.

This was Avatanirodhan. The Hell of No Way Out.

“This is for the jailer,” a voice murmured from the walls themselves. “For the one who traps another. The one who puts a living being in a cage. The one who confines another’s potential. The one who creates a prison, whether of iron bars or of circumstance.”

Panic seized me. I clawed at the walls, but the clay was hard as stone. I screamed, but the thick air swallowed the sound. My lungs burned.

My vision began to tunnel. I was suffocating. Just as consciousness faded, I would be granted a single, agonizing gasp of air, only for the slow suffocation to begin again.

Memory. I am Maya, as a child. I had a pet bird in a small cage. I loved it, I thought. But I kept it in a prison for my own pleasure. I remember its frantic, hopeless fluttering against the bars. Now I feel its claustrophobia, its despair.

Memory. I am Dimple. I have a brilliant, creative employee on my team. He has ideas that could change the company. But his brilliance threatens me. So I keep him buried. I assign him to tedious, dead-end projects. I praise his “reliability” while I ensure he never gets a chance to shine. I have built a cage of corporate jargon and meaningless tasks around his spirit, and I have let him suffocate there.

In Avatanirodhan, I learned that a cage is a cage, whether made of metal or of a thousand small acts of suppression. To deny another being their freedom, their potential to soar, is a sin that earns you your own perfect, inescapable, and suffocating prison.

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