Meandering in dark

I find myself standing at the entrance and suddenly the relief of darkness falls all over me. My pupils dilate for what seemed relief a few moments ago quickly transforms itself into uneasiness. I am so used to being aware of the surroundings that this sudden transition makes me shift nervously on my legs. Was I facing north?  I realize that direction lends itself its meaning only when it is accompanied by luminosity. It is like standing on the North Pole where there is only one direction-south. A moment ago I was so sure of myself and what I was going to do but now nothing but confusion is what I feel. My hands try to guide me through the darkness as my legs seem very reluctant to move anywhere. I stretch my hands out and all I get is the void wrapped around me. My legs gather some courage and start to wade through the space. How involuntary is walking to me when I see light and how helpless I feel in the absence of any beacon. These are some moments in your life when you suddenly start appreciating light, hope, certitude leaving aside all the other things which in the presence of all the above seem very important. I take a step forward and my legs hit the edge of a step.  I stumble but my hands outstretched already keep me from falling forward. My legs have now gauged the height of a step and taking another step is so much easier than the first one. My left hand, constantly probing the darkness, finds a support in the form of a wall made soft by the fabric covering it, lending it a smooth texture. Some amount of reassurance starts coming back to my character and my pace quickens just a little bit. What or who am I searching for? Do I know what I want? No, maybe. But something deep in my subconscious is asking me to wander around and search for someone. Yes, now I know, I am searching for someone not something. My eyes have finally been able to wipe away some amount of darkness and I can make out various shapes and people sitting in front of me. I seem to recognize some faces which are looking away from me, their eyes still and completely absorbed by incidents unfolding before them. However, I seem uninterested in those events for I am searching for someone who is also a part of this gathering and affected by the events shown to them.  Suddenly a face holds my attention, a face I have known since I was unaware of any other face in this world. I head towards that face and I am so surprised at finding that person suddenly. I had not seen that face for a long time, though I could never erase the memory of it. I can see clearly now and it seems that the light around all the other faces has faded and only one spot in that space is illuminated. I have no difficulty in finding my way towards that person. I approach the bright spot and ask “What are you doing here alone”. She looks at me trying to recognize me, clearly struggling, inquiring through her eyes. Although my eyes are now filled with memories, hers on the other hand are void.