On Light

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We do see men and women fear. That one gets afraid of is not anything new. Simply the reasons behind such fear vary subject to any change in the time, place and content. What happens when our mind is occupied by fear is a different matter. I would like to ponder here why do we fear or why do we get afraid of anything, at the sight of anything, at a situation in which we are at our receiving end, at the moment when we hear any news that may cause any damage to us or to anybody close to us and such others. In my view, darkness is at the root of all our fear. Once the substance or situation or consideration is blessed with light our fear disappears as does darkness does. A short tale of my own life I may please be allowed to narrate in this context. I was then a student of the standard seven in an almost village school. After a very good shower of August afternoon it had been disgustingly drizzling and the clock already read half passed six when it did come to my mind that I had a promise to hand over an important book to one of my friends who needed the same urgently enough. Then I started to trod over a distance of one kilometer alone and in the midst of total darkness as there was no street light still then. Hundred yards away from my home I encountered a strange spectacle, very strange indeed. From a distance a trembling light was approaching me and me only and thus it appeared. I was not a lazy reader by that age and nor was I such a listener who preferred not to pay attention when tales were served by the seniors. Hence I had complete idea on those supernatural elements who were headless and who bore fire on their bosom who were happy to suck the green blood of the innocent children. In that given situation I was too frightened to describe. Automatically the I started the inculcation of Rama, the Hindu deity whom the ghosts and their family members had reasons to fear. Then I failed to step further and slender legs began to tremble like anything. What was awaiting I was sure of. I was sure that my blood would be sucked and parents would find a dead body after some time as I had no way to escape. But the fire did not stop, rather it seemed to be advancing with a accelerated speed. Finally it came closer and I began to sweat extremely and it was a man holding a kerosene lamp in his hand. Thus I learned the strength of light in my childhood only.