The AC and the roof fan – both stopped working immediately as if they were in a military service. In the absence of an inverter at home, I decided to make the best use of what mother nature had to offer to us – I opened all the doors and windows of the house. It was getting warmer after a mild drizzle.
The cool tinge in the air inside soon merged with the warm, tepid gust outside.
We knew we wouldn’t have current supply for another hour or so.
My daughter wasn’t ready to sleep. She had got an excellent excuse to run away from the bed. On the pretext of fetching a water bottle, she turned on the torch of my mobile phone and began running around.
Soon we could see her playing with her own shadows.
|Tiny, little hands engaged in creative shadow art|
|Spider and a deer|
|Soon after I joined them too in their shadow game|
|Sanjay’s art on LHS; Mine on RHS|
Our world was here. On this wall. In this darkness. Around these shadows.
Fingers tangled into each other. Make over voices. Swinging around to get the right frame on the wall. It seemed surreal.
An hour later, we crashed onto the bed. Pahal slept within five minutes while Sanjay and I made a make-shift bed in the balcony.
Lying next to each other, we gazed at the sky above. It was dark but was getting clearer.
He asked me, ‘what do you see?’
I replied, ‘Fairies. Vast galaxies. Another Universe. Blank space. Unlimited horizon. A field of spiritual healing.’ As I told him what I could see (and feel) up in the sky, I felt a sense of healing within. Just imagining the infinite-ness of the universe gave me new energy.
I didn’t need any electricity then. I just wanted to get away and fly.
Then I asked him, ‘what do you see?’
He replied, ‘maybe patterns.’ To an earthy person like him, patterns exist even in the most abstract metaphysical entities.
Finally, we had current supply and we both moved to our usual sides of the bed.
But this is what the power cut last night taught me.
There is a light inside all of us.
The light of willingness to enjoy the present. I saw this light clearly and distinctly in Pahal.
The light of seeing something in nothing. I realized this light in Sanjay’s mind when he could draw patterns and connect dots even on a cloudy, black sky.
The light of readiness to explore more. To fly out of the daily routine and imagine a new world. I felt the radiance of this inner light when I could fairies up in the sky.
A temporary darkness outside helped us in finding the radiance inside.
A two hour power cut took us away from our mundane schedule and pulled out the ‘beings’ in us.
We quit our lives here in New Delhi for a while and took a stroll in the other, skyward world.
This was our story of a power cut.
I believe it is important to pause for a while and unwrap ourselves from the multi-layers of the daily, grinding lives we live.
It is important to be able to find a way to enjoy the moments when the times seem dark, hot and restless.
It is important to hold our breath for a few seconds and realize the immense power of life within.
Do you have a story of a power cut?
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