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The journey into the darkness

How often you walk on the footways between the bushes and the highway with no lights, in the dark, for about a kilo-meter? Do you get scared? I do :) I walk at least once in a week like this. It is not that I like to walk but I have to. It is hard to walk on the uneven path. I have to be very careful about my steps as a single misstep could cause an injury that would take a week to heal. A little stick lying at a distance making a moving feel because of the shadows of different lengths caused by the speeding vehicle lights would make me pause for a second. I always wanted to be extra cautious on that as I tend to fear of snakes when I go near the bushes. Perhaps, my parents taught ;) me so in my childhood days.

How about people? Drunkards: If the drunkard is a old man, I am no longer afraid of him. I am confident that at least I can outrun him. It is still a bother, if I have to pass a group of youths taking alcohol. I walk with the hope that they don't call me or come near me. It is hard to predict the behaviour of the drunk person but easy to assume that I, as an unknown to them, will get nothing positive.

Do you know, at times I am afraid of seeing group of people coming towards me in the night with their work tools. They occupy the entire way and their lengthy silhouettes fills the gap between me and them with a little more dark areas that would increase the uncomfortable level in me. After all, I hear variety of robbery cases all along. And also the image I got created of the robbers in my mind.

Actually it is all the work of the mind. There could be nothing. Or it could be something wonderful than what I could imagine. The journey after death is a walk into the darkness. It is unknown life yet I see everything that I know now. I am not sure ashes are the end of everything. If so, what would be the justification for the people disappearing just in no time who don't even seem to have started this life? Life is so cruelly capable of showing the darkness of it at its own will. We walk every day in the midst of thousands of things that could end this life. But who knows the blissfulness of the journey that unfolds at the end of this life? Of course, as usual, the Divine got the reason for this darkness!

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