imagine yourself to be a tubelight.write a short essay about your life
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Answer:Autobiography of a Tubelight in the Church
Answer:Autobiography of a Tubelight in the ChurchI was having a disturbed sleep for quite sometime now. In the past weeks, they went past the church, in an auto rickshaw, asking us to exercise caution as there could be flooding in the area. It did create a flutter of emotions and initiated some serious talk about the threat; however, it always stopped at ‘Ah! Last year the waters came only up to the gutters. And the sun rose and set on a very usual busy day for businessmen, servicemen, postmen, watchmen and other men and women.
Answer:Autobiography of a Tubelight in the ChurchI was having a disturbed sleep for quite sometime now. In the past weeks, they went past the church, in an auto rickshaw, asking us to exercise caution as there could be flooding in the area. It did create a flutter of emotions and initiated some serious talk about the threat; however, it always stopped at ‘Ah! Last year the waters came only up to the gutters. And the sun rose and set on a very usual busy day for businessmen, servicemen, postmen, watchmen and other men and women.Since last two days it has been raining quite heavily. It has made me quite worried. Then this evening the auto rickshaw was here again. But the oft repeated response was heard again. I know the entire conversation by heart even now.
Answer:Autobiography of a Tubelight in the ChurchI was having a disturbed sleep for quite sometime now. In the past weeks, they went past the church, in an auto rickshaw, asking us to exercise caution as there could be flooding in the area. It did create a flutter of emotions and initiated some serious talk about the threat; however, it always stopped at ‘Ah! Last year the waters came only up to the gutters. And the sun rose and set on a very usual busy day for businessmen, servicemen, postmen, watchmen and other men and women.Since last two days it has been raining quite heavily. It has made me quite worried. Then this evening the auto rickshaw was here again. But the oft repeated response was heard again. I know the entire conversation by heart even now.It is Monday today. It has been pouring since morning. There has been a flurry of activity in town. The police were here. There were shouts and whistles everywhere. The municipality men were tying ropes across the road – a sign not to move about in the area. Suddenly, the area started filling up. People moved their belonging in a frenzied manner. Some still said, ‘It won’t rise more than this’. But it rose and rose - and rose. Do you know Philip, the parish cook? He saw the water coming. He was in a fix not knowing which of the things to save. Our Lady’s statue lay stranded in the grotto. Surely, she was praying for her flock to be saved. He could not let her be drowned. He waded across the water and fetched her. ‘Well done good and faithful servant’. Two hands and a hundred things. In the confusion, though he hurt his hands, he managed to close the church windows. Philip had made his decision. He had to leave the Church and move to a safer place. I saw his bow before the Blessed Sacrament, then whispering a prayer to Our Lady and jumping off. He could no hear me yelling out to him to save me. The water had risen till half way mark towards the roof of the Church. Philip managed to reach safely to the building on the other side of the road. He could not see me waving out to him. I had consigned myself to my fate. I saw the altar cloth getting soaked in the muddy water. I could imagine the Chasubles and the vestments and the consecrated vessels all taking their turn and getting soaked in the muddy – and mucky water. St. Joseph in the corner was praying continuously. All the other saints too had joined in with their bit. But today nature had come with a vengeance that nothing could withhold. Humanity’s selfishness? Global warming? Artic meltdown? Or the Tsunami’s after effects? Choked drains? Garbage? Or sin? I await my turn. I had never prayed so hard. Yet the more I prayed the more it rained. But suddenly I noticed something. The water level hadn’t risen for quite some time now. I surmised the flood waters had reached the sea and the tide had receded. ‘Ah! I would live to tell the tale.
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tunelight
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Keep expanding and spreading bright and bright till your darkness.
It's tunelight's fight.