Manav was arrested and thrown into a dark dungeon. No one told him what his crime was. When they hurled him into the dark cell whose door shut with a bang, all that he could see was a beam of light passing through a slit-like ventilator at the top of one of the walls. Silence and darkness enveloped him.
He stretched his body and touched the narrow sill of the ventilator. He pulled himself up and looked out through the ventilator. The light outside helped dispel some of his gloom.
He spent most of his time and energy doing the same thing day after day, without once caring to explore the darkness in the cell.
If only he had explored the darkness, he would have discovered that the door was not locked.
What stood between him and his freedom was his obstinate clinging to the narrow slit.