The candle light...

Not a word told, not even a breath left...the only sound to be heard is the raindrop descending outside...
How long I stood here Iam not sure...what made me stand here, I will never want to remember...
In the darkness that crowded the room, I stood as if a shadow made at my windows...
Untouched by thoughts and dreams and with no touch of imagination...
I stand as me...just me...my own self...
The rain kept on pouring...first loving and then hurting...
I turned towards my room now engulfed in a sea of darkness and light...
Because a candle had been lit in the middle of the room....
When did it darken...? Who lit the candle...? I couldn’t remember....
The half-melted candle showed it must have been hours...
Hours that vanished, hours of no happenings, hours of loneliness and confusion...
I have been standing here unaware of the darkened room, lighted candle, paining legs and spilling tears...!
In the mild light, my eyes searched my room...for something...
I found my books scattered at the far corner untouched...my bed in the other corner with no traces of sleep...
I was still searching for something; I do not know what...
My long lost relationships...? My childhood...? My strengths...? My happiness or I do not know what...!
Nevertheless, I was searching....
The candle fluttered due to wind and caught my attention...
The wind had blown into the room causing the candle light to dance to its rhythm...
I watched with awe as the candle that lightened my room, which cleared my vision, which could withhold any pain...now struggling for its life, survival...
It regained itself after a few minutes and started to brighten again...
No fear of what the next wind would do to it...no traces of tiredness of its past struggle for existence...
It is living for the second...living its life...!
A life it could never get back after today...
I relaxed, remembered doing something...searching...
I turned again...wanting to search...but I found them in a sec...
My playful childhood... my relationships smiling at me from behind glass frames...my strength of learning from small things in life and my happiness of being myself...
Maybe I did never lose them...to be searched for...
They were deep inside me, searching for a way to expose them to me...to show that iam not left lonely...
I looked at the candle, now burning steadily...confidently...stunningly...
It is nearing its end...not knowing that it didn’t just lighten the room but brought to light the life someone was desperately in search of....


_Ishu...