via Daily Prompt: Candle
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I was sitting in the dark today, my house was drowned in an eerie silence after a long time. The BSES Rajdhani Power Lmt. Had to make some repairs in the wiring of my area, and so they had to make a four-hour-long load shedding, and like everyone in Delhi, I too have got an inverter which ironically was to repair this very evening, but the electricity decided to show its importance to me in the morning itself.
I was taken back to my childhood days when no light meant playing Hide & Seek, and it meant going out in the streets and find friends to play with, but now it means cursing the electricity board and waiting for it to be back, desperately. I checked my phone, only 10% battery remaining. My room has no windows, and I did not use my phone to light the room, I wanted to preserve it for calling BSES itself, and so I hunted for a candle in my drawer, but no, none were found, why will they be, they are never used except for birthdays and Diwali. I took one from the showcase, it was a carved candle used for decoration purposes only, and I lit it with the matchbox taken from my father’s little Mandir.
As soon as I lit it my room flooded with calm and pale light that flickered patiently, making my shadow dance on the wall, it’s reflection was falling on the mirror on the opposite wall making another magical candle light up in its depths and I kept watching it as an entertaining pastime and soon was lost in thoughts, like a lost train in the jungles. I loved the company the candle gave me, and I smiled at its nobility, lighting my darkness as it melted it lower and lower, losing its existence with each passing moment. Not once it complained to me that you remember me only when you need me, in fact, it felt privileged that it comes to my mind in times of darkness and loneliness.
Under it was a dark abyss of gloom, which engulfed its feet and I was watching it sinking low into its own blackness. Many times its wick was drowned in its wax, and I felt it will go out, but no, a little gust of wind would make it burn brighter, and it kept fighting the losing battle, turning it into victory. And finally it went out after putting up a hell of a fight, after an inspiring struggle and its short life were over just like that, but my four hours were gone, the light was back the very next moment, and the residual wax on my table was sticking to my table, in the shape of a curve, as if a small smile was playing on the lips of the dead candle for serving its purpose, for helping me, for giving me an ounce of hope and warmth I so needed.
I was wondering why can’t we be like Candles, lighting up the darkness in the souls of fellowmen, giving them companionship in need, letting ourselves burn to serve a higher purpose as we fight the world, as we struggle to survive with purpose, as we reflect our light into the souls of people like us.Let us use this life given to us as a medium to spread hope into others and turn them into mediums of hope, just like one candle can light much more and spread the cheer. Let us see this life pass like candles burns low, and may our light reach the darkest corners, and show a way to the lost.