The Dark

                                                                 The dark

Bubai was afraid of the dark. He had been told umpteen times by his elders that dark is nothing but the absence of light. Besides there's nothing called ghosts. Ghosts don't exist.He would  listen to them attentively but forget everything at night when it's time for bed. After all he's just a five year old kid! the same rooms, that have been the joy land of his kiddish pandemonium during the daylight , would turn scary at night. Be it the windows, window-pane, the door,the ceiling fan,the tube light, the clothes rack,the floor even the curtains...they would all become source of suspicion and fear. The brave pirate inside Bubai would turn into a nervy chick fallen from the nest placed safely in the branch of a tall tree at night... The night would come and Bubai would complain of the moving ceiling fan...so the fan's removed.Heat was unbearable sometimes till the cool breeze would visit through windows. But soon the windows were to be sealed as he complained of seeing something outside. Gradually the room was stripped of everything except the bed but then again one night the bed too turned out to be a trouble-maker as it creaked eerily . The moment the bed was gone, Bubai felt a bit relived . Nothing was there to scare him anymore ...he felt sleepy and about to close his eyes till something disturbed him. He looked around and realized they were the walls...walls could the potential agents of hiding the spooks.And so the walls were to be demolished...

Couple of days later...Bubai was found no more afraid of the dark and he would have a sound sleep always at night . Finally he had found the best place to sleep ...place that could never scare him.On the rooftop under the sky under the vigilance of moon stars and other celestial objects and last but not the least ...the fire-flies!