I was in the Ophthalmology department of a hospital. It was late in the evening. I was waiting for the doctor to attend all those patients who had arrived before me and then call my name. The department was flooded with out-patients.
Some of the co-patients waiting with me were wearing black glasses, some thick glasses and some were covering their eye(s) with hand kerchief, some were perpetually wet and some perpetually red.
Patients were being called one after the other, as I waited for my turn. Suddenly there was a power cut. The architecture of the building was such that the evening light couldn’t enter the department. The entire department came to a halt. The doctor who was to ‘see’ what problem did the patient have with his eyes and the patient who had a problem with his eye both were unable to ‘see’ the world properly. Darkness erased the distinction between the doctor and the patient, for a while. Darkness equaled the two by handicapping the two.
I standing there, waiting for the re-flow of electricity and for the doctor to call my name remembered the lines from Rabindranth Tagore’s work Stray Birds:
In darkness the One appears as uniform; in the light the One appears as manifold.