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She kept lighting the candles one after another because the night was long and dark. She kept consuming all the matches in the box because the winter was cold and ruthless. She often lifted the flickering candle to the sky hopefully but could not catch the glimpse of her Sun again. Stars there were many but Sun, there was none. But her path demanded some light as the journey was arduous and lonely. The candles were nearing end and the stars were benign.

And the Sun had set behind the hills…..