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I was being followed.
Constantly; continuously; without break; always.
I could sense IT.
Now that was bit funny.
I could not see who was following me, could not hear, could not touch, could not smell… still I could sense IT. The nameless, formless entity – It was difficult to elaborate IT to anybody. So, I chose never to talk to anybody about IT.
Who was IT?
A Ghost? A God? One of my Ancestors? My Conscience? My Instinct? And was it natural fear- born out of that instinct?
I did not know.
A stranger, I guess.
I named our pair, our co-existence as ‘Strangers in the Night’ only because I could never see who IT was. IT always remained a stranger to me. But the description of our relationship was not right. IT knew everything about me and I did not know anything about IT. Would IT name me as Stranger? No, I think not.
When did this start? I mean when did IT start following me? As far as I could remember, IT had always been there. I could never feel the absence of IT! IT had become inseparable part of me.
However, I was not frightened, – I mean not after certain time; in fact never except for the initial days. I got used to ITs’ presence. I accepted IT as part of my existence. Whatever I was doing – good, bad or ugly – IT never commented, never advised, never got angry, never irritated, never had a word with me. When I did something good, I felt IT to be nearer and when I did behave badly, IT moved away from me a little further. This went on for years. I did not know what was achieved in the process - whether the stranger came nearer to me or moved away from me – I could not tell. IT was always at a handful distance and still away from my shadow. I could hardly affect it, leave controlling IT.I could never catch IT, could never understand IT.! I just kept on feeling IT. And sometimes I told myself that IT was just a hallucination – that was all.
When I was on the deathbed, I remembered the lines from MuNDaka Upanishad.
द्वा सुपर्णा सयुजा सखाया समानं वृक्षं परिषस्वजाते
तयोरन्य: पिप्पलं स्वाद्वत्त्यनश्वनन्यो अभिचाकशीति
(तृतीय मुंडके प्रथम खंड – १)
(Two birds, united always and known by the same name, closely cling to the same tree. One of them eats the sweet fruit; the other looks on without eating.)
Then everything became clear to me.
We were strangers only because I was ignorant. We were inseparable because we were never two, we were always ONE.
When the realization dawns upon, there is no ignorance, there is no night and there are no strangers.
Everything is ONE.
Strange indeed, that I spent my whole life without understanding this simple truth.
Wish that for you there are no more Nights.
And no more Strangers in the Nights.