Story of a candle
From a very early age, I have been told that burning for others is the most noble aim of anyone’s life. My grandmother, father, mother, all of them had tried their utmost to set up the best example that I can follow. Most of the candles that I know are burning themselves to make other’s life much brighter, and thats what makes us more noble and proud. Yes, I am proud. I am proud of my parents who are constantly relinquishing their life for others. I am proud of my grandfather, who had died before my birth. My childhood was full of the adventurous enlightening stories of my grandfather, who brightly shine himself in front of a human who was a famous writer. Through him, my grandfather learnt about so many things. The things like wild animals, man made objects that can fly, all sorts of amazing objects. Though most of stories I heard from my grandmother, but every time I heard those stories, I felt so much joy and pride that was beyond of my words.
Now I am an adult candle, full of hope and confidence and the determination of becoming the brightest candle that people will ever seen. I am dying to do meaningful contribution in my life. The day, when I was brought to this house I was curious. I was curious for whom I will give my life as sacrifice. There was no sadness in me. As a candle, we are destined to be sacrificed. Thats the way of our life. We may not choose our way of life but we can surely choose how to accept the life. Personally, I cannot find more dignified life than living my life for others.
I am placed in front of study desk of a little boy. I have never seen so innocent face before. There was a purity in his face that admired the most. Most of days he light me up and open his books and try to read out loud. I listen to him, see his eyes, his face, his reactions. There are so many beautiful things in that boy. I never have any regret to burn myself for the sake of this amazing kid.
Many days have passed. I have seen the growth of the boy. My boy has grown a lot. Now-a-days he reads so many difficult books that I don’t even understand. Even though, I don’t understand what he is saying, but I still love the way he get surprised. I never miss any change of reaction of his face. But with the passing days I sometimes feel alone. When I try to see my lower part of my body, I can’t see. Because thats the darkest part of the room. But why should I worry? That’s the least sacrifice that I can surely give. Don’t seeing myself clearly do not even comparable against my noble deed.
Sometimes, I think that, will not be beautiful to have another candle by my side? We will shine brightly and in unison. She will be my mirror. Through her , I will be able to see myself completely. But I don’t think I have the luxury to find someone like that. I have a mission to accomplish. I have to shine brightly so that the boy would not find any difficulty in finding his way of life.
Now I am at the end of my life. I can feel that I don’t have so much time. The irony is that now I have a clear view of what is left of me. I have tried to lead my whole life as noble as possible. I have tried to shine as brightly as possible. Spending all these days with the boy, I have grown so much affection and love for him. After my death, the boy is the one that I will miss the most. I pray he would become world renowned through his work, even though I will not be there to see his success. Now at this end, I wonder how can I measure that how well I spend my life. Now as I think, it seems like my life is too small to see whether I have done something meaningful for others or not. There are still so many unanswered questions in my mind. What if living for others is not the best possible path of our life? What if there is another way that would be much more satisfying and full-filling? I actually don’t know the answer of these questions and I will never find out. If I could find these answers, at-least I could die in peace.
