When I was in the 5th grade, I would sink myself in the school library’s astronomical corner. The library had all sorts of books, across genres.
But this corner was my self-proclaimed corner, and no classmate’s inclination towards it made it easier and sacred.
When I turned glossy papers of astronomy-based encyclopedias, I felt like I was space-traveling.
With each chapter, I got transported to a new galaxy and lived those 30 minutes in the endless possibilities of the Universe.
9 years later, those pages came out on a clear night sky of Ladakh, often called, ‘The Mountain Desert of India.’ It was -5 degrees Celsius, wind blowing at a monstrous speed.
My library corner now, was my sleeping bag, as I lay in this harsh cold night, just to experience the unfathomable realities of the Universe. The sky I remember, was studded with a billion Suns and frequent flying meteorites.
When my Imagination meets Personification.
The Earth is a distance between the romance of Venus’ women and Mars’ men.
Mercury’s temper is always high because the Sun’s heat burns it a little too much.
Jupiter’s ego is unparalleled because of its mighty size. But what is might without an intelligent sight?
Saturn is the adornment of the Solar system; its moons and numerous rings make it a charming jewel.
Uranus’ jealousy of Saturn’s beauty has managed to form only 1 ring.
Pluto has suffered eons of alienation for not fitting into the society of 8 big planets that are bigger in size and closer to our star, Sun! I am sure it is living happily in its own world now.
Imagination is like the Universe itself. It is massive, mysterious, spacious and capable of fathoming many realities.
The sky is like an artist’s mind: A blank canvas that can reflect the history, the ever-changing movements, capable of erasing and recreating, full of surprises and always open for being explored.
It is looked at for presenting itself, eagerly, without any judgement or pre-conceived notions.
The eye that waits, attentively and patiently, to look at the shooting star sparkles like a mirror with the light of a body just moving carelessly, unaware, that somebody far, far away, is waiting to catch its glimpse.