A Lamp and a Sun

 

She was an ordinary girl but held Sun in her hands. Her love for a lamp that flickered even by the slightest hint of wind was paramount.

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The lamp shone up at dusk and the girl would sat beside, whole night long. Not even for once she revealed the Sun to the lamp. A little house, abandoned, deep in the woods was her home.

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Once while sitting next to the lamp her hands started burning. This was new and she didn't know why the Sun was leaking through the gaps of her fingers even after it was clenched tight. The strength of her fingers started giving up. She wrapped her hands tight with a torn piece of cloth.

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The lamp mustn't know about the Sun. So, She ran to the ocean, sailed for a week to reach the center and there she opened her hands.

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The next moment, her hands emanated rays so bright and fire so red that it drank the ocean. The Sun killed itself. This death gave birth to thousands of Mirrors. When she opened her eyes, she found herself lying on the riverbed.

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The pain of the Sun's death seemed little when the lamp flickered. As far as her eyes could see, mirrors of all sizes and shapes were spread all around.

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When oceans die they become mirrors, this was the rule of the land.

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Home was far away, her ship wrecked and lost. That was when she started assembling mirrors. And there after years on the riverbed she built a 'Mirror castle' of her own. And on the final day when she entered and placed the lamp on the middle; each and every single mirror reflected its fire.

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Everyday The castle shone bright. Even the stars celebrated its glow.

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Standing afar from the glowing castle, one day she made a confession to the stars.

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"It doesn't matter to me that I don't hold the Sun anymore because now a thousand lamps hold me."

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