The Loss of Light

One bright afternoon, peeping from the window I noticed an extraordinary tall person dressed in black half laying on the floor. Somehow he lifted his body up and then threw himself on the floor. He turned from right to left, left to right and then fell on the floor repeatedly. It was a shadow of an epileptic person, having seizures.
As a child it was my first encounter to shadow. Then I found my personal shadow and this black painted human figure followed me faithfully. At time it appeared stronger and powerful, sometime tiny and weak. It never left me alone and one day shadow and I would emerge in each other and become one.
The world of Nisar Khan