The world is not round. It is flat. It has an edge and you can fall off it. The edge of the world is located at 34 degrees North and 77 degrees East. To get to the edge of the world, you have to drive 40 kilometers straight up from the Himalayas. Up until the last century, 10,000 horses and camels used to walk up this route every year. So it should be able to sustain the weight of your desert jeep.
Because the edge of the world is a secret hidden from all of humankind, tricked into believing the world is round, you need special permission from the Indian government to go to the edge. On your return, the government runs a memory wiping application through your Medulla Oblongata to ensure that you return to your tribe of believers in the Earth’s rotundity.
But I escaped. When i was standing there, on the edge of the world, looking down at the gaping vacuum underneath- a black-hole that had turned giant pines, stallions, muscular SUVs, dried leaves, drops of rain, jungle mules and people into nothing, I thought, this was evil at its purest. Vacuum- a nothingness that seduces you into its fold and turns you into nothingness. When I stood there, at the edge of the world, my toes sticking out an inch after solid ground end, the nothingness below seduced me, and I jumped.
I escaped. They never could do a memory sweep on me. And so, I remember. The world is flat. it has an edge and
you can fall off it.