Ajja...
The
sky always fascinated me. When an airplane cut across the sky, all the
children would run after it, shouting and waving. But that had never
been what interested me. I always looked beyond those airplanes, deep
into the sky, at the stars that never failed to twinkle back at me,
reciprocating the same unconditional love that I had for them.
Every
evening I went to the market with my parents on either side of me. I
never looked at the houses towering over me or the people who exchanged
pleasant greetings with my parents nor did I ever see where I was going.
I simply held my parents hands and trusted them to take me with them
wherever they were going. And all the while I had my eyes fixed
heavenwards, watching the moon teasing me from behind little puffs of
clouds.
At
night, I would lie next to my grand father on his little cot. During the rains, when there thunder and lightning, he would tell me stories from heaven. Sometimes, he would tell me to count the stars and obediently I would
start to count until his breath came gently and his lips twitched along
with his moustache and I would put my head on his stomach and listen to
the slight rumbling noises in there and all the while I would keep
counting. I was afraid I would have to go back indoors once I finished
counting. I was afraid I would run out of stars to count.
So I would
count the same stars again and again until I fell asleep right there,
cuddled next to my grand father.
Today,
when I walk down the road, there is no hand for me to hold. I can no
longer trust somebody else to take me along, and so I stumble along by
myself. But even now, sometimes when I stand by myself at night, I count
the stars. I continue to count the same stars again and again and again
just so I don’t have to go back inside.
You might like this :-)
ReplyDeletehttp://www.foxnews.com/travel/2015/12/16/company-unveils-airplane-design-with-seats-on-top-aircraft/
Imagine the night sky from this perch :-)
Never lived for himself, but vitally for others
ReplyDeleteMine was also one of the best, of all the grandfathers
Generous by heart, but was taken for granted by some
His charity sprinted fast, though he always chose to remain mum
Born with a silver spoon, yet had to face hard times
Never gave up, built an empire, with strong practical hymns
Was strong and strict with my dad, but never was he with us
Silent and poker faced, we've never heard him cuss
Although misunderstood by some, he always stood tall
I've learnt a lot from him and I stand up when I fall
Your presence is always with us, in our wide open heart
Like she has concluded above right from the start.