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Dancing in Darkness |
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In the midst of an ordinary evening, just as I was preparing to indulge in
the enchanting world of a cartoon show on television, fate intervened with
an abrupt power failure. The television screen faded to black, the lights
extinguished, and the once comforting hum of the fan dwindled to silence. As
the darkness encroached upon our surroundings, I clung to the hope that the
power would swiftly be restored, but alas, it remained elusive.
With the neighborhood swallowed in darkness, we hastened to illuminate our
abode with the warm glow of candlelight, which was all we had at our
disposal. My mother, recognizing our scarcity, sent me on a venture to a
nearby sundry shop in search of additional candles.
"Regrettably, no more candles," the shopkeeper lamented, informing me that
our neighbors had already depleted their stock. However, my resourceful
father managed to retrieve two kerosene lamps, providing some respite from
the shadows that engulfed us.
The absence of the whirring fan left an oppressive warmth in the air, and we
found ourselves at a loss, waiting patiently for the power's return. In the
living-room, we gathered in silence, realizing how heavily reliant we had
become on the marvels of electricity, and how uncomfortable life seemed
without it. I resorted to using a book as a makeshift fan to alleviate the
heat.
As the hours wore on and bedtime approached, the power remained elusive.
Nevertheless, I navigated my way to my room in the darkness, changed into my
nightclothes, and settled into my bed, surrounded by an eerie absence of the
familiar glow. Despite the disconcerting atmosphere, sleep eventually
claimed me.
The power was eventually restored at the break of dawn, a belated resumption
that served no purpose, for by then, the darkness had lost its grip on our
home, and we no longer required the long-awaited electricity. |
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