And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. And God saw that the light was good. And God separated the light from the darkness. God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night.
Imagine a bright sunny day. It sounds beautiful in the novels. It makes you think of people jogging in the park, gossiping with neighbours, children playing hide and seek.
But, a bright sunny day in the life of the girl is usually hot, humid and sweaty. It’s easier to just sit on the couch, watching TV and sipping lemonade, than stepping out to go to the park.
The girl might not like the cruel sun then, but in January, when the fog settles in. When she has to force herself out of the bed and scramble for the jacket. That’s when she misses the narrow beam of light that used to stream in from her window every morning.
She notices the sun by its absence.
She keeps praying that it would show up one of these days, because waking up to a gloomy morning is just depressing. And, the day that follows is much the same.
She turns on the heater or lights a bonfire at night to keep her warm, comfortable and happy at night. But, she still dreams of the days when the sun is high up in the sky and she can go to the park, just to sit on a bench and see the people carry on with their lives around her. She sorely misses it.
February slowly creeps in, maintaining the temperature and the lack of sunlight.
Then, on a March morning maybe, when she wakes up, she realises that she no longer needs to reach for the jacket. She can get off the bed and comfortably go about the house, doing her chores, not missing the jacket at all.
And then comes out the bright, cruel sun that she no longer longs for.
When she reflects about it, she knows that this is the endless cycle of life. With each passing birthday, only her age changes but she knows that she would always want what she cannot get.