Once upon a time.

Once upon a time, there was a village where dawn and sunsets happened at a time distance of 2 years. So if the sun set on 31st December 1900, it would only rise again after 2 years in 1902. 

In the same village, right when sun had set fresh after two years, in the midst of the whole village celebrating the arrival of Light, a young mother gave birth to a little boy. The boy was welcomed in the arms of happiness and joy. He was celebrated as a sign of Positivity and Peace for the village. As days passed, he turned into a smart, young chirpy kid. He was always happy. Super excited and high on Life. He took life as it came.

However, there was just one thing that he was an absolute slave of. He was mesmerized and in complete awe of Sun's power. People thought perhaps, it is because he had opened his eyes when the Sun was shining bright and fresh. 

Soon, his habit of happiness coupled with his addiction for Sun started irritating other children around. People started making fun of him. He tried making stairs to reach out to the Sun. He made little mud steps and whispered whatever words he knew, somehow, imagining that Sun would take him up. But the Sun, just stood, boldly shining. 

His mother, perturbed by his growing fanaticism for the Sun and fast approaching Sunset years, decided to talk to him. She sat with him, told him that the Sun would set soon and he won't be able to see it again for another 2years. This broke him. The news came as a shattering thunder. He was disheartened. Too shocked to even move. His denial turned into numbness and finally into craziness. He ran frantically towards the Sun. And just stood. For the first time ever, he mustered all courage to glare directly at the Sun. His love and respect for Sun turned into an Obsession with no bounds. Knowing no ways of rightly expressing his Obsession, he just continued glaring for as long as he could. Directly. Letting the harsh rays of bright light blind him. It pained. It was brutal. It hurt his eyes. It was terrible. He fought. Though, with a disappeared smile, his lips did not taste the shape of a frown. 

Finally, the sun began its departure. Slowly and gradually, pulling its light from the horizons, darkening the lush green valleys, letting the shadows play their one last dance before walking back into their Master. 

It was dark. Pitch dark. Cold waves began mercilessly taking rounds of the village, as if they had been waiting for years to establish their power in the village.

The boy, tired of glaring at the Sun, wrapped in the pain of brutal departure, helpless at the change, opened his eyes. He had gone blind he realized. However, when he opened his eyes, he couldn't see darkness. No matter how hard he tried. No matter how much others described it to him. All he saw was Light. All he saw was His Love. He blinked, surprised. He rubbed his eyes. Told others. Nobody believed him. People called him crazy. No matter how hard he tried explaining. 

He believed. He believed in the Sun. No matter how absent it seemed from others' lives. He started telling others ways through darkness, because he could see somehow. People called him names. He continued. His Love for the Sun and His help had made him lonely inside. He continued. Even if taking help from him, people still hesitated spending time with him. 

Once he had showed everybody how to see the Light in the dark, and once everybody seemed to be believing that somewhere Light of the Sun might exist in this dark village, He brought them all together to sit and wait for the Sun's rise one year earlier than it was actually due to Rise. 

Nobody believed him, but just to prove him wrong, they did come and sit with him. He believed. He believed in the Sun. Which seemed to be slowly rising. 

And then, to everyone's surprise, It Appeared. The First Glimpse of its Bright Ray spreading Unexplainable Joys of Wonder, Surprise and Smiles. Everyone was shunned. They didn't know how to react. 

And that's when they realized. The Sun never went anywhere. The darkness was an illusion. It existed because they Let the Sun disappear. Because they never glared up to its Light. But the Boy just stood. Smiling and Warmly Welcoming the Rays again to the villagers. Telling tales to the Sun, of which, the Sun already knew. 

For the boy, It wasn't easy. It took pain and blinding effort of brutal patience to continue glaring up to the Sun and proving the Love for It. It took His Trust in the Rising Sun. It took Courage to See, Experience and Hold the Light. It took courage and muting his own pain to stand unmoved against skeptics to change, to darkness, to suffering, to Love. 

It took courage to Believe. He believed in God, even though, He was Silent.