LIFE KNOCKS AT THE DOOR

It was a stormy night and it had been raining for quite few hours. The ardent gales were rattling the
deep silence of would winter nights. Only a few pedestrians could be found out on a night like this.
Hard and cold weather always has an impact on human lives but the impact of hard and cold life
were imminent in a dark and a drab sort of old house where lived one of the successful men of past
named John Rivers.
His family had always been peaceful and wonderful. A family of three, a wife and a girl of seven
besides himself. He had a good job and all sorts of amenities had embellished his life in spangling
colors. But it was some five years ago. Now the time had changed and happiness had gone. He had
lived these five years in utter dolorous and despondent. An era of life in which the only relation he
could retain was with melancholy, seclusion and pangs. His loving better half had been divorced in
some unforeseen circumstances and with the death of his little girl; the flame of his life had started
to flicker. He had lost his job by the time and he had locked himself up in his dull and drab life where
the only partner of his flickering life was darkness.
He had never been so afraid of life. There were times when he had tried to smother his life, but he
was not so fortunate. But today, it was weather, the eldritch weather, which was impelling him to get
an escape from the hard and cold realities of life. He had often longed for death, but he was living in
the world where the wishes were the cheapest and solutions were the most precious things.
But men are invariably driven by will. He had been in that night where life was his commodity and
death was his destination. He will not put up with a life like that. He will get himself exonerated. He
will die to live in peace forever. He was in a plight where darkness was ruling his inside and nothing
could refurbish him.
He was at the helm of death and with the push of Trigger, he will combine with darkness for eternity
and then ultimate hue of despair, he took a plunge. He raised the gun. He had enough of the
contemplation. Now, he would push trigger, now or never. One, two, three and something broke the
silence.
He had not pulled the trigger because he heard a knock. A knock at the door. He was aghast and half
horrified of what he was going to do. Now, he was hearing the ever increasing knock at the door.
Was it an intruder or a burglar or what? He got up to check just to find no body at the door. But he
was still listening to the knock. Then, suddenly he felt like the knock was coming from his inside.

He fell unconsciously on his bed. Something incredible was happening to him. Then the bygones
seemed to pass like a flash of lightening across his brain. He saw the days of felicity, when he was
successful and alleviated with life. How he had got to that position. He had done assiduity and
He was hearing a voice. The knock was getting fainter but the voice of life. Something saying From
inside” Life wants to be alive. Don't make a mess of it. Keep growing. Good days will give you some
joy, bad days an experience, but a mixture of them will give a life. Life is like a bicycle. If you want to
keep balance you will have to keep moving. Don't stop growing. Life is ephemeral so don't play with
it”.
He was hearing to that voice, the voice of his conscience, the voice of life. Life knocks at the door. The
best thing we can present us is a life of alleviation and it is us to make it alleviating.
He would not die now. The day had changed and weather too. He would now ransack for what he
deserve.