To bury head into your pillow is never less than any battle with sleep. The moment you shut your eyes it is all dark. So dark that nothing can be seen. So dark that is all black. The battle is not less than the conflict with darkness of your life. All those unwanted clutters and cocoons of you are looking for some light. Deep inside you are scared, shattered, rebuked and repulsive, you are hating that blackness of loneliness, and you are searching for some bright light to ignite and to vanish this infinite darkness. This colour soon becomes a screaming voice into the void of your soul. You are in deep thoughts, standing alone amidst the murkiness around you, pondering and brooding and trying to find a little ray of escape. Escape is all what you are in hunt for. You tried and tried but lost. The fear of isolation was so robust that it made you forget to look behind you. You were so petrified that you could not understand someone at your rear. Apparently, you forgot what you learnt, that, when there is no light there is darkness and a shadow is an area of that darkness. You were so adamant in nervousness to realize the worth of you, to know that your shadow starts from your feet and to know that you own make your shadow. And then, when you became a saint of knowledge you had world around you giving all the light you want. You were no more in look for ray of hopes but was creating for others.
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