The lineman

Life became lifeless because there was no electric power supply in the town from morning. Failure in power supply had pushed life into hibernation mood. All day long people complained and got impatient. They complained about the department, about the lineman and about the Government because they were good at complaining.

Time ticked off. The evening approached and simultaneously darkness thickened. But soon the darkness vanished. The evening market glittered with neon lights. Everybody felt fresh and active while buying and selling things in the town market. The A/C showrooms and colossal glow signboards suddenly filled the atmosphere with dream qualities. The evening became pleasant and everybody started enjoying the pleasant evening.

At a distance from the hustle and bustle of the town life there was a small asbestos roofed house, which belonged to the lineman of that locality. That evening he was dog tired. All day long hard work had consumed every atom of his strength. He flung himself onto the bed.

That day he had worked very hard to find the electrical fault and at last he had been successful to make the power supply stand. By the evening his face had become pale and colorless out of over-tiredness but the town was smiling and looked colorful.

The lineman was fast asleep. He was so tired that he could not even utter his evening prayers. He had switched on neither the fan nor the TV nor the CFL bulb. But he slept in a deep dream of peace. In his dream he saw someone lighting a splendid candle in his room which was hitherto dark. With the rays of that candle he saw his Lord smiling at him and lighting the candle to full bloom.