Those nights when a sudden thunderstorm would cause a power cut in our locality.. everyone would be silent for a moment and then the bustle will start to fetch a candle from somewhere…. Nothing important ever happened during those moments.. some times father would tell us local folk stories like a horror story about some haunted house or a witch , some times he used to give us math problems , which we had to solve without using any pen or pencil . Those moments never seemed much important during that period.. but now when i look back to that era .. it seems such a happy time..
Night time is always that period when my mind dives into this unreal world, to delve in fantasy, churn new thoughts , create new dreams . i have always been a night person and i feel like i would waste time if i will sleep early !! contrary to the healthy tip on the lines of ” early to bed early to rise” , i have always delegated the act of sleeping. But i do love sleeping but in the afternoons when the sun would be high , cool breeze flowing !! i have slurred my way again .. so where were we? Yes night time stories,
Night time story telling mantra was a long running legacy of our family , and more when the mean thunderstorm would take our only source of electricity .Father used to tell us these folk stories, which were not only fantastic but mysterious with a beautiful damsel and a knight with a shining Armour , the witch which can walk upside down or the cat which can make the air in the room ere. we 3 children( me and my brother and sister) would be listening fascinatedly. we believed in each words , in each description of the scene, or the looks of the witch or the damsel. it can be the strangest of the case but we believed….
Now its a long long back thing when believing in things were easy . the truth now a days are so difficult to explain or believe that our mind always tries to believe in the factitious acts just to satisfy our fears and believe in a green happy patch .But we don’t believe in people or love or life . we fear for everything , fear to loose our health , wealth , partners , we believe we will loose all these at some point but we don’t believe in living all through it .
So are we still naive like we were when night time stories were our Armour of happiness?
or are we really afraid now , not fear for witches or the haunted mansions but to live ?