Celebration

A hundred hues and shades coloured the sky and lit up my world. There were colours and shades that I could not name. The clouds that partly hid the sun had borrowed its brilliance. They had their own idea of decorating the sky. The sun was so ashamed and jealous of them that it just sank in its own place, lower and lower till it could be seen no more. The clouds were not worried. They were in fact overjoyed to have the sky to themselves. Who ever thought of comparing dark clouds and sorrow! The stars too strained to have their place in the sky, but they did not stand a chance. The clouds were gathering their kin together – it was party time.

I stood on the terrace and watched as the clouds got really excited and roared out hellos to friends, slapped each other’s backs in a boisterous way. So much enthusiasm and so much joy. It got louder and the atmosphere was electric. A lot like when a crowd gathers for a rock show. A few moments of silence – and then music. Big drops fell, first slowly and then fast. In a few seconds the entire land was soaked in this celebration. Celebration of life and the power of giving.

Feeble mortals scattered from their gossip-joints and ran to get away from the downpour. The few who couldn't squeeze into the shops and shelters around scurried like rodents down the street to get into other holes. Centuries of efforts to conquer the earth and establish his supremacy, centuries of taking, plundering and never giving back has only resulted in creating people with less and less power of imagination and appreciation and understanding. When will he understand that the clouds and the land and the sky are woven together. When will he understand that no matter what he does he can never win over anything. Powerless and feeble, he is, and will remain.