The man who kept lighting the candles...
... and in this dream... I saw myself near the shore... a seashore may be...
It was a usual dusky evening... the night had not fallen completely.. and I saw a bunch of people, who had been standing on one side of the beach where the water didnt touch them, looking at someone who was in the knee-deep waters... There was some continuous whispering and laughs which drew me there...
There I saw the man... The man who kept lighting the candles... I saw him surrounded by hundreds of those round claypot candles... some of them still burning against the heavy wind just living their last moments before the wind blew them away like it did to others... but he, oblivious of people who were mocking him, kept lighting them... he had one candle in his hands which was somehow still lit... it looked as if he had been doing this since some time as that candle was also losing the wax and reducing to an even smaller size with each passing minute...
What he was doing seemed ridiculous... he lit the candles continuously... the wind came and blew them off... and this continued again and again almost endlessly... it was just a matter of time before his own candle would go off I thought...
I turned away immediately and I saw the people and for an instance was stunned to see most of them to be known faces... I, somehow, didnt feel to be with them and continued my journey towards home... when I reached a distance... I saw that scene from faraway.... It was pitch dark and I could see noone but those deemly lit claypot candles... yeah it was dark... and the only thing which still attracted people towards that place was the light being emitted by those candles... I dont know why it brought a smile on my face but it did, for sure...
and when I found myself on my bed at night I couldnt stop thinking about the expressions which I saw on his face... it showed the misery of people not understanding his plight to keep on lighting them... what I found ironic was that the same light did attract everybody...
