Story of the Black Sun...

The Sun is emerging into the Horizon trying to drain the mankind with his humdrum beams fatuous of the nature’s orchestration to rebel. Though no late did he figured out the plot. The Lunar friend seemed to be the renegade under the sedition.

This is not the first time he is suffering from such betrayal, he remembered the day before 105 revolutions of Earth around him. And today he stands in a straitjacket as he stood on that day too. The mighty sun is being betrayed but it is his predicament that he could not retaliate, coz he understands it is not his idiosyncrasy to be juvenile. Coz it has a paramount onus to serve the world. Moreover, he is not melancholy due to the plot, but that it will pause him to serve makes him sad.

At 5:30 according to the clocks of his intelligent most servant, instigated the rebellion. The Moon started to confront him, yes the same moon who gets the fair beauty just because of him! The vibrant vivacious Sun soon started to fade to black.

As he sees himself dark he gazes onto Earth to avoid the shame. And here he is bestowed with shame again, stirring into him a question as to why he serves such a world. He sees people looking on him with an extreme ecstasy as if they are delighted to see their patriarch fall. Avoiding them his eyelids then turns to a swathe of sophisticated beings, who are trying to exploit the opportunity for something good which salvaged his plight, as even in this dereliction of duty, he is proving himself salutary ! He then turns to an echelon of people called astrologers and soothsayers who were chanting slokas and mantras trying to save themselves from the non-existent danger as if the plot is not on him but on them and deeply lamented on their vacuous reckoning.

At Half past Six, Seeing the Sun disporting himself by sighting Earth, Moon lost his temper and covered the Sun completely, though then after 4 minutes he resigned as he could not evade the ubiquitous forces. Smiling at the Moon’s failed attempt,Sun resumed his pastime again, and saw millions of his sons gaping onto him without actually sighting him,with the assistance of a gadget that provided direct pictures of his sufferings without the curse of his beams.

Seeing people go in rhapsodies over his embarrassment, in apoplexy he contemplated to fade to ashes forever, an anger so powerful that it forced the Moon to go aside fearing his anguish at Half past 7.

The Rebel has backed off. And now the Sun shined again in its full effulgence. But he was burning. Burning with contempt towards his sons. Burning for they liked to see him suffer. But then, serendipity occurred. He saw a five year old girl smiling and dancing on the thoroughfare, for he has started to shine again. She was joined with some other Lilliputians who flooded him with praise and encomia. Birds, foxed by the double sunrise, kissed him eulogy with their gay chirping. Flowers that went dead by the sudden fall in sunlight came to life again. The Earth seemed to resurrect by exhaling panegyrically.

At this instant, he understood his birth.

And now he shines brightly in the paradise with a new zeitgeist...