The canvas in the sky

The sun lowered itself into the twilight sky, spreading a warm glow around it. Colours I had never seen before revealed themselves; shades of orange and grey emerged high in the sky, and the shimmering red of the land-kissed reaches seemed to blend into the darkening background.

I watched the picture unfold; it was akin to a tastefully splattered canvas on a master’s easel- a canvas of riotous colours, breathtaking in its calculated carelessness. The vibrant shades in the sky morphed into their lighter counterparts until the change of guard from daytime gaiety to the soothing shades of the night was complete.

I sat back in my seat by the window on my flight back to Mumbai, and returned to my musing. As tiny blobs of life in this grand universe, we’re all fascinated by its mysterious workings, and are drawn as if by magic to those amazing sights of nature changing form in gentle abandon. Be it a riot of colours splashed across the sky as the day changes its raiment, or the magic of waves as they romp about. And then, it struck me...that it becomes even more meaningful when one finds a way of actively engaging with nature, and expressing the joy therefrom. Some do this by setting it out in words, some by speech, still others in the form of visual (painting, photography) or performing art (music, dance).

Such expression will unlock the doors to a new world, where everything you witness has a lot more to teach you, where every mute spectacle takes on deeper meaning, and paves the way to share the joy with others around you...