Lying down on a folding bed in my lawn on a wintry sunshine filled noon, I took an initiative to notice that beautiful thing which looks no less than a cover bending down to protect us. I noted the sky. The sky that is blue, the sky that gives the birds an opportunity to fly high and the very same sky that provides us with words of encouragement.
As I was gazing up with my eyes fixed up on one point, I was distracted or you can call it attracted as well by a set of birds soaring high in the sky. And it was then that I realized that for us they were too high but for the sky, low enough to touch it. Within a few seconds, they vanished away. And after a few minutes, came a silver rocket leaving behind it a contrail. Too busy this sky is, huh?
‘Thinking is the hardest work of all and that is why only a few of us do it’- this is what I read somewhere several years back. But don’t you think that such things if taken seriously give us quite a reasonable reason to ponder? This sky remains blue in the noon with a hot ball which is hard to look at and turns beautifully black with a cool and calm face at night. In the morn, it looks pretty and at night, graceful. Graceful with those twinkling eyes that glare at us from right up there. Graceful with that round shaped thing that has a stain on it and yet looks amazing. Graceful for it gives us a reason to get into sleep and get up next morning to face everything that comes our way. The orangish part of the sky indicated the departure of the sun that was to take place soon, very soon. The chilled air made me feel a bit cold but my thoughts had already invaded my body by then and now that I had got a chance to spend some time with the nature, I did not want to lose it.
I slightly curled up on the bed in order to bring myself a little bit of warmth. The shades of white in the blue sky added to its beauty and I suddenly discovered myself getting some blurred images. Those images were of my childhood. When I was a kid and the electricity went off at night, I would sit outside in the open with my parents, raising upwards a lighted battery torch wondering if its luminosity could reach the sky. Aahhhh… those were the days and I miss them.
‘Come inside, its getting cold’. I wished I could stay there for a longer time but the voice of my mother instructing me to get in forced me to break this passionate knot. It was quite difficult to say goodbye to that view for hardly we bother ourselves to scrutinize such aspects. They seem too small and meaningless when we talk about them but when we actually give a deep look at them, we find ourselves drowning deeper and deeper.
Try it out and you’ll realize that not even a bit of it fake or artificial.