Why does such a developed country like US, unknown to power cuts, have an aisle of candles in every departmental store? When I first came across the candles, I thought they were simply beautiful. So many myraid colours, shapes and smells. Look at how nice the name sounds! Fresh Cotton, Morning Dew, Apples and Cinnamon. What joy to wrap up scents of happiness in a glass canister. What did you say? Light them?? Whatever for.. it gets all black and spews an acrid smoke all around the house. Now wouldnt that look pretty sitting on the window sill, throwing off sunbeams and pretending to be essential.
This excitement of mine didnt last very long. I sorely missed the plain candles we had back home. The ones with a thick wick, drab white colour and of a long, practical shape. I miss having to light them when the power goes, which was invariably when it rained. I miss having to sit by its flickering light on the dinner table, not because it was pretty but it was the only source of light. I miss the need of having to use them. Does the power ever go off here? Doesn’t anyone want to stand outside and be able to see the stars without being blinded by unnecessary lights? Maybe not.
One of these days the many unsuspecting candles in my apartment are going to find themselves running short of time. Save them for a better day? No way. Would the lifetime of a candle measure in the amount of time it sits idle or the time it takes as it blazes away? Who cares. I’m done letting them sit around, its time for them to prove their existence, and make a good show of it.
Will let you know how that goes, once the fire brigades have all left.