Daddy Long Legs

The other day, as I lay on my bed and heard the slow periodic humming sound, I wondered if it was some sort of voice transmitter or maybe even a time bomb. I then rechecked my ear using a spray of hot chilli powder, mint powder, salt and cumeen seeds. The diagnosis was right. I was not having a schizophrenic episode. Anyway, I knew that whoever put it there had valid reasons and good intentions including but not limited to listening to my gracious songs. Man...some guy who is lost in the world cannot hear these sounds and even if he or she hears, he will not make an issue out of it. But when you put it near someone who is almost blind, he or she can hear it as clear as the horn of a bus. Maybe you still need to go through some apprenticeship but thanks anyway. I didn't like the sound of it and I wondered whether to wish it to go away or live with it. Earlier itself I had decided that I will not interfere with the forces around me, the benign and the evil ones. A programmer like me is supposed to program and not fight like a warrior. Also, when you interfere with someone, who is only really capable of protecting you against another who is wishing to cause harm, thinking that you alone can protect yourself, an imbalance is created wherein the protector cannot protect you easily. Also, it hurts the sentiments of the one trying to protect you as it conveys that you do not have trust in his or her capacity and goodwill. This was what I was thinking then but I was also propelled by the inertia of trying to protect myself by myself. There was also the risk of the evil hiding behind the closet on the other side that the good didn't realize. Anyway, the hint was well-taken and the humming sound stopped. I'm sorry if I interfered with your plans, my dear Daddy Long Legs.