A Ray of Hope Above
It’s been a while since I wrote anything. I don’t really know why, but today something pushed me to write again. Yesterday, I found myself complaining to a friend that the skies in Kottayam aren’t as pretty as the skies in Chennai. But today, the sky decided to prove me wrong. I had gone up to the terrace to wash clothes, and then I looked up casually - what I saw was ethereal. The colors, the calm, the beauty of it all… I couldn’t take my eyes off it. That moment made me realize something. It was never about the skies being different. It was about me - about how I hadn’t learned to notice them from different perspectives in different places. To be honest, I was never someone who enjoyed watching nature. My habit of looking at the sky began in the quietest moments of my life - when I had nothing left to talk about with people, when I was walking alone, or when I was lost in my thoughts. The sky became a silent companion, something I turned to without realizing. And somewhere along the ...