A Candle in the Dark

Sometimes I think there is nothing sadder than watching a brightly burning flame snuff out by a sudden breeze. The feeling of sorrow arises not only because of the suddenness of the end but also because of the lost opportunity to burn brightly in the darkness. I knew one such flame and his name was Ashok*. Many people come and go throughout our lives, leaving a little bit of themselves in our memories. Some hardly affect us at all, their memory fading with time and ultimately dying out into a vague remembrance; others transform our very existence, so much so that we owe them our very habits and beliefs. Ashok was that rare breed who fell in the latter category and this is the story of one such flame that shone brightly amidst the falling darkness. Continue reading