The Sun

There are sometimes in life when the normal measures just won’t do. This was one of those times. I recall fondly if the time in the tranquil era of my boyhood days, how he always used to chase us. We never knew exactly what he wanted, but nobody did. We couldn’t know. We were still too young. So everyday, when we would first see his ugly countenance knocking on our most eastern window, we instantly jerked back in a primal reaction. He represented everything which was to be despised, so I had to block him out. Every day I felt compelled to bar him from the inner precincts of my dirty abode. It is only now when I realized who he actually was. And only now do I realize that I should have let him in.

But it is too late.