An Hour under Candle Light

Momentary loss of power in my little house called upon an immediate mission, Light-the-Candle. Suddenly it seemed like Im dropped into a new world minus the ear puncturing music which my ears got used to (thanks to my neighbours age-old music system) over a few months. For few minutes my ears were echoing some mix of sounds and slowly settled down to the state where I can feel the gentle rustles of the trees and the cool winter breeze.

After a long time (thanks to the uninterrupted power supply in the city), I experienced the unconditional silence which brought my restless brain to a complete stall. That gave me an opportunity to gaze at the only little bright object in my near distance. It’s a little amusing to see the small candle light up my small living room with light sufficient enough to reach the four corners. My mind was totally engaged in observing the little light swaying up and down and sometimes brighter and dimmer at the reach of the weak breeze. Recently read in some article that “Light is equivalent to ones spirit and Diwali marks the joy of human spirits”. These words seemed vague when I read, but made more sense to me after seeing light in the dark! This made me reconcile of the fact that “Eyes cannot see what Heart cannot feel”.

Swami and Me

Its wonderful if we can get back into time and seeback the childhood. The fragrance of the happiest of all seen/experienced in the past is something that imprints permanently in memory. The little cute, innocent, coward character that I adore very much is that of Swami (played brilliantly by Manjunath) created by the most versatile Indian writer R.K. Narayan. Telecasted by DD, when I was as young as Swami, added to the relishing no-work-all-play Sundays (some videos available in google videos).