Have you ever noticed how beautiful the sky is? It is seemingly boundless, stretches as far as our tiny being can see, and farther than our tiny mind can fathom. It has the same breathtaking quality whether it is the colour of purest blue or when it is dotted with clouds and even when it seems the sky is about to burst and the world is coming to an end. It takes something to find beauty in those monstrous clouds descending towards you and trust me, I never felt smaller and insignificant otherwise. I would stand on the terrace and look at the sky and keep looking till I forget myself. Literally forget myself. The feeling is something close to the loss of individuality. I’m nothing. I’m not those unblinking eyes staring up at the sky, I’m not that mouth hanging open (subconsciously) in awe and wonder, I’m not the tangled locks of brown hair that are wildly blowing in the rough wind, I’m not that skin savouring the sensation of coolness that brushes against me time and again. I don’t exist. All that exists is the sight in front of me. It’s a symbol of that uncontrollable power that exists in nature and no human nor any of its massive instruments can control or surpass. No wonder he has come far in science and research and yet, never before has earth suffered more harm. Now the clouds bring forth a somber mood. They’re grey, sad. The first drizzle is of sorrow as if trying to console the earth and soothe it, ease the pain that seems to get worse every day. The sky weeps. The earth endures. It’s a painful sight. I’m overcome with sympathy. I feel the pain and sorrow of both the sky and the land.
And now comes the storm. The anger that nature unleashes, stemming from its frustration and helplessness, blowing away everything in its path. Destruction? Or cleaning up the place, healing the wounds? Sometimes, the earth, battles for its life. Sometimes.
I’m still standing there, enclosed within my nothingness, observing this exchange of love and care between two lifeless forces, but realizing that they have the power to strike back. I want to join hand with the sky, I want to stop inflicting wounds on something that is the very reason of my existence. I want to be like the sky who always runs parallel to the land and yet, has the heart to sympathize with something he can never reach. I want to be the same. I want to be like that ravaging cloud and use my power to undo the damage, if I can. But the sad truth is that though I have the life, I might not have the power.
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