Resumo de Stormy Night

THE STORMY NIGHT.
On a fine day, when the weather was calm, and gave a forewarning of rain, it was concluded that, for my parents, they would go to a function, that night, leaving me alone.
When it was almost end of the day, my parents, completely ready, left the house, which contained me and ?only me?. Staying home alone was not a very difficult thing for me, I thought feeling bold. I switched on the TV and sat on a chair. Mum had advised me to lock all the doors, I thought. I once again checked every door and sat again watching TV.
It is going to shower said a small voice in my head, which I immediately killed. However, I could not get rid of it completely? in a speeding second, I heard the roaring of thunder in the sky.
The sky, more precisely, a cloudy sky appeared above, wearing a thick cloak of black clouds. I told you it is going to rain, the voice re-born, which I killed moments earlier. All of a sudden, revealing my extreme fear, there was a power-cut. Terror flooded me. I sat there, in the chair, thunder-stuck. Not having the nerve to move I remained there as though petrified. I could hear the pitter-patter of rain splattering on the windows and doors. I could clearly hear the whisper of leaves waving more rapidly.
Darkness spread outside and inside the house. There are no streetlights to give me a hope of movement. Mum, dad, come home! Please! I begged them in a tiny whisper. It is raining heavier second by second. One of the loose windows, which I had not closed, slammed itself in the wall leaving me stunned.
I started praying. I had no choice, but praying without concentration seemed useless. There are three portraits of gods around me, and unless they are in rescue of somebody, they are present and you are safe, I thought. Move! Go! Light up a candle! Move, you coward! Said a stronger voice in my head. I dare not suppress it. Encouraging the 0.000001% of courage I have, I stood, moved my right leg. Then as slowly as the slowest reptile, I reached the other room, stretched the hands, and moved them in random directions as though blind. I found the candle and matchbox. I struck a matchstick to a matchbox and got a tiny flick of light. Then I passed the fire to the candle. Luminous, I thought remembering chemistry. As I expected, the candle had given me a hope of courage. As I walked, I heard a strange noise at the back. Without a second thought that could discourage me, I swung round and took the candle to the place from where the sound came. It was only a rat; I was relieved. Then with a pleasure lurch in the stomach, the tube light gave a blinding flash of light and in came my parents. Probably that was the happiest part of my life. I hugged them as tight as I could. It was as though getting out of a deadly war into a peaceful country. After hearing my story, they all had a very haughty laugh.
There is one more thing to say about cowardice and bravery. There is no bravery without cowardice. ?Courage is the resistance to fear, mastery of fear; not absence of fear?, said Mark Twain. However, it?s really foolish act to be afraid of the night. From staying home alone this stormy night, what I have learnt is to be not afraid of the consequences and what would come, would come and I have to meet it when it did.
-Sarada

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