Living in a bubble, does it sound like a segment from a fairy tale?
I do. I live in a bubble which is walled by my people, my
responsibilities, both personal and professional, and till some extent, my
hobbies, the things I love to do and pour out my heart on them. I have the same
routine to be repeated every day. Wake, attend classes, do homework if any, and
study as much as you can (well, I do it at my own pace). The activities are either
driven by force or will, and we do it.
As every night, I climbed up the stairs of my home to reach
up at the terrace and have a few minutes (which unintentionally get stretched
to about 30 mins) to myself and just enjoy the scene of being present in the
world. I look up at the moon and the stars. The dark sky with some clouds
giving it whitish-grey shade yet at other times, making the sky grow darker by
their presence! That’s weird, isn’t it?
I talk to myself about what happened and what needs to
prepared for the next time. That’s my time, to think about everything yet
nothing in particular.
I could see some far-off lights as I see them every day. I wondered
where they are coming from? Maybe from somebody’s home? Any event taking place
which needs beautiful lights? Any well-off hotel? Is that a mall? A movie-cinema hall etc etc? The
lights glow off from far off places as my home is further surrounded by other homes
whose terrace lies as the same level as mine and at times, they are even hidden
by the homes present in front of it, so more or less, it is difficult to have
them at my level or any place nearby.
There is little wall -separation between the terrace of my
home and the neighbour (yeah, we all live so close to each other that homes have
common walls!) Glancing around, I ensure no one is in my sight or even if
people were present, the darkness would have kept them hidden and I climbed up
the little wall which was easily accessible and within my flexibility to get
upon it. I tried to stand up on the separating wall and slowly straightened up
my bent keens to give by eyes the sight and the skin the brushing of breeze
past it. still struggling to keep my balance up I tried to look up. Majority of
area still appeared to be dark except the building which seem to be far yet I was
able to make out the flashy golden lights present at each of the window (I am
not sure if it was the window, I was not able make out in the dark) I loved the
sight. on the other direction, I saw some text, unreadable but I still figured
that it was text and not a figure!
I have always thought night to be a bliss, peaceful and
light reflected by the moon is enlightening the darkness like none other. The
starts contributing in their own sweet gesture. They try as they lit up, they
fail as they get dimmer, but nothing could take away the beauty of this
twinkling phenomenon. It’s one of a kind.
I notice often flicker of swaying leaves by reflecting the little the moon has
to lay on them, yet it’s pretty satisfying. I wish I knew more about stars to
identify them, their constellations and more pf the hidden facts, but my bad!
I also wish I could spend some more time here to be out of
bustling energies and see what nature could offer us without needing our
filters or modifications to it! Its so complete in itself!
I bent my knees again and maintaining my balance, jumping down
to floor of the roof, I vanished back into the space from where I came in.
Bye everyone!
Thank You,
ANU
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