living in darkness...

Not the metaphorical darkness, as in light vs dark, silly! I'm talking about the real darkness. Of the night. The one which is banished by the bright flouroscent lights at sun down. The soft darkness that returns when the power goes pop! And lingers on, until some idiot goes ahead and switches on the emergency lamp. Or lights a candle to mess up the soothing world of darkness.

I would get scoldings(and still do) because of this love of the dark. If I'm near the switch, I always postpone switching on the light even after dusk. If there's a power shut down and I'm anywhere
near the torch or candle, I wait a while before lighting them, trying to enjoy the sudden arrival of soft darkness as much as possbile. Somehow, you settle into a natural state of peace at such moments. Your thoughts arrive with more clarity. Or better, they stop arriving and you get near a state of just being. Without thoughts. Existing.

They say, at the deepest level, you're a spark of light. I would say, you belong more to the infinite abyss, the never ending darkness, than to the finite light. The void is your true nature, more basic than light which came out of it. I guess, you briefly return to that void when you slip into sleep every night. And it's a glimpse of that true nature which makes the occasional arrival of darkness on power shutdown so endearing.

Of course, this doesn't go on for long. Someone switches on the light. Life which had come to a beautiful halt begins to groan and chug along again. You're yanked out of your reverie and peace, back to the hurried world of mundane activities.

And every morning, the alarm beep or the nagging voice of early risers pulls you out from the soothing abyss and throws you back into life.

Well, damn.