Dark light

The black square box stared mutely. Was it being complacent or challenging or teasing? This was the place where a picture can be uploaded on messenger. Mine was a black square. No trace of me anywhere.

Or was that me? In the stark blackness one can get lost or create invisible patterns and identities. If someone were to ask, “Where are you?” I’d say, “Look closely, I am somewhere in there.”

We anyway go by what we call an image, a perception culled from outside sources. I can only quote the lines of a wonderful song:

“Dil ki awaaz bhi sun
Mere fasaane pe na ja
Meri nazroun ki taraf dekh
Zamaane pe na ja”

“But I can’t see your eyes,” you might well say. “It is so dark in that black box.”

It is, as it was that night when I took this picture. I just focussed and clicked. A light stared back at me.

Nothing is ever too dark that it cannot be seen.