Star Gazing.
The other day our part of the world witnessed heavy rains after a long spell of drought. It rained for almost 2 � hours at a go_no stopping what so ever. And as has been a routine since time immemorial the happy start culminated in a power failure this went long into night.
As sitting indoors seemed an open invitation to mosquitoes I chose instead to be out doors and what better place to be than the very own roof of one�s home. Steady wind blowing had swept away the thundery cloud. As the drops of rain, pouring earlier in the day, had cleansed the intervening atmosphere it was a wonderful sight to see numerous stars shining ever brighter in the sky.
It was spell bounding. No moon still the sky shone as if God had turned on billions of light bulbs in the sky which lit not only this tiny part of the earth but also the heart of a gazer like me.
This reminded me of my earlier days, when I didn�t have so much on my mind, thus, spent quite some time staring at and wondering about this creation of Allah Almighty�and not once had they failed in exciting my chain of thoughts.
I could still identify the great bear as a collection of seven stars on one side and the ever so bright, yet lonesome, North Star. Milky Way stretched across the sky like a real river of milk flowing and with it came to my mind the myth told to me by my grandmother, while I used to gaze at stars sitting in her lap. She would suggest that this bright stretch that you see across the sky was actually the �poolce sarat� (bridge over sarat). It is sharper than a sword and thinner than a hair. Everyone without any exceptions has to cross this bridge one day. And I upon hearing this would stare at the Milky Way with even more interest, imagining myself crossing the bridge.
My father would also put in his share by telling me interesting facts about the sky and the wonders it holds, thus sharing his exhaustive knowledge about these things.
Twinkling stars put up such a magnificent show. They seem to be light bearers for the lost souls in the vastness and darkness of the night sky.
In the night while I was still circling one of the stars, making my own solar system around it with my own set of rules that suddenly the sky went dark. It seemed as if angels had had a major power failure. The bright stars went dark and the darker ones became a mere shimmer. It wasn�t till my cousin called for me from below that I realized the change has come not from above but from below. Power had been restored and now the earthly stars outshined the ones in the sky.
The other day our part of the world witnessed heavy rains after a long spell of drought. It rained for almost 2 � hours at a go_no stopping what so ever. And as has been a routine since time immemorial the happy start culminated in a power failure this went long into night.
As sitting indoors seemed an open invitation to mosquitoes I chose instead to be out doors and what better place to be than the very own roof of one�s home. Steady wind blowing had swept away the thundery cloud. As the drops of rain, pouring earlier in the day, had cleansed the intervening atmosphere it was a wonderful sight to see numerous stars shining ever brighter in the sky.
It was spell bounding. No moon still the sky shone as if God had turned on billions of light bulbs in the sky which lit not only this tiny part of the earth but also the heart of a gazer like me.
This reminded me of my earlier days, when I didn�t have so much on my mind, thus, spent quite some time staring at and wondering about this creation of Allah Almighty�and not once had they failed in exciting my chain of thoughts.
I could still identify the great bear as a collection of seven stars on one side and the ever so bright, yet lonesome, North Star. Milky Way stretched across the sky like a real river of milk flowing and with it came to my mind the myth told to me by my grandmother, while I used to gaze at stars sitting in her lap. She would suggest that this bright stretch that you see across the sky was actually the �poolce sarat� (bridge over sarat). It is sharper than a sword and thinner than a hair. Everyone without any exceptions has to cross this bridge one day. And I upon hearing this would stare at the Milky Way with even more interest, imagining myself crossing the bridge.
My father would also put in his share by telling me interesting facts about the sky and the wonders it holds, thus sharing his exhaustive knowledge about these things.
Twinkling stars put up such a magnificent show. They seem to be light bearers for the lost souls in the vastness and darkness of the night sky.
In the night while I was still circling one of the stars, making my own solar system around it with my own set of rules that suddenly the sky went dark. It seemed as if angels had had a major power failure. The bright stars went dark and the darker ones became a mere shimmer. It wasn�t till my cousin called for me from below that I realized the change has come not from above but from below. Power had been restored and now the earthly stars outshined the ones in the sky.
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