The Night Light

Mythili recalled her childhood. She fondly remembered the night light her parents had installed in her room. Even when she grew up, she had a strange compulsion to turn on the light at night. The light was a part of her now. It knew everything that happened in the room when she slept.

Tomorrow would be another day, her marriage. She would have to get used to sleeping without the light. Her mind formulated a plan.

Early the next morning, Mythili extracted the red bulb from its socket, packed it in her bag and clapped her hands in sheer glee!

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I'm an avid reader and writer. Reading gets me a feeling of understanding the world through different perspectives and writing helps me outline my thoughts from the cobwebs that the mind has trapped it in!

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