Musings in Solitude

Disclaimer: The material in the article that follows is purely out of an emotional mind. No scientific or factual yardsticks to be held while reading.

Why can't we just let things go sometimes? Why can't we just sit back, look at the sky and get lost in it?

These questions hit me after a brief encounter I had with the night sky one day. Under the wide, wide sky, alone, silent. It was the night after full moon's night. A plethora of thoughts emerged in me after I came back. And I penned it all down.

The sky is beauty. We, lying down here, have no clue of what mysteries the sky holds for us. Spending time observing the sky, I realised that there the stars all different from each other. It is not possible to differentiate them as such but somehow, lying down, looking at them, I knew they were all different. Each one brighter than some other. Apparently different in sizes too. I sat there, looking with a hopeful gaze towards the sky. Stars, so many stars! I could make out one star from the other so well. It was enthralling to look at each one and feel connected to it somehow. I could see a star fidget around. It was a tiny bright little thing, moving to and fro, making me wonder if there were child-like human qualities in stars too!

Among all these tiny beautiful flecks of light, there stood - calm, silent, static - the moon. When I looked at the moon, I knew I hadn't seen anything more beautiful than that. I looked at it with a satisfying gaze. I wished for it to stay that way forever. Even though it wasn't an astronomically special day per se, I couldn't have found the moon more special. It was pure beauty. Peace in its real sense. Looking at the wondrous beauty of the sky, I did not want to say anything. Nothing at all.
Solitude is bliss. And when sitting under such a beautiful sky, I wouldn't mind being alone. I was calm, silent and full of thoughts at the same time.

Very few persons came to my mind. And of course they were the ones I loved the most. One of those, loved the sky, the stars and the moon just as much as I do. I called her and we together looked at the sky. The way she reacted, it was genuine happiness. I felt the same way, I reckon. But the difference was that she was much more expressive than I could be. Together, we noticed eyes and expressions on the moon's face! She saw the moon exactly the way I did. That moment was elating. The expressions of the moon were as if it was looking down at us with love. That moment where I could actually see those expressions look so realistic, I couldn't help but fall in love with it all over again. After my friend left, I was back in my solitude. I was emotionless, expressionless for a few seconds there. I did not feel anything. I was just there, looking at the sky, aimlessly.

I was spellbound. In love. Lost, and there, at the same time.