Have you ever think of a watchman? At night, all alone, blowing a whistle, a person roams around the streets. Unescorted, he guards the heedless, sleeping masses. In the midst of night, one notion troubles my mind. Does he never get afraid? What is that power that helps him waste his precious sleep for us? Are we worthy of that? We heartless beings. Do we really deserve to be protected like this? We, who never appreciate his efforts, rather affront him. And he, without taking any day off, is consistently present in our surveillance.
How dreadful it is. When you know that you can face thieves, those with weapons, when darkness prevails. But, you have to walk in lanes. Because it is your duty. Do we all have that strong belief? Do we have this courage? How can a person put his life in danger every night to protect those, whom he is not acquainted with?
He must have felt lonely spasmodically and on occasions, he might have get bored. But without any diversion he fulfils his responsibility. What amount he must be getting? Can money be the guarantee of his life? Is money enough for this perilous obligation? When he gets out at the nights, he must have no idea about his return. Then what about his family? Do they sleep peacefully? Or do they even sleep? Or keep on praying for the safety of the one whose occupation is to make sure the protection of the citizens. Are these words of prayer working as his whole belief system?
My question would persist to be unanswered. The mystery will remain unsolved. Until and unless a watchman, himself spills the beans. As none can tell as accurate as the person who has lived it in personal. To know the story of a person, one must walk his steps. Moreover, true is this that no individual is granted beyond his endurance.
