It amazes me. Whenever I look up. It’s like a new world in itself. How can something be so imperfectly perfect. There is something in the sky that straight away connects to something inside you. It is just so beautiful. It has so much to say. Take this picture for instance. It has white and grey clouds, it has rays of sunlight coming out from the clouds, it has a lush green tree, it has a bird and it has an infinitely big sky. Is it just that? No. It has peace. It has hope. And it has happiness. Again, is it just that? No. It also has pain. It has sadness. And it has darkness. It shines, but it also has scars. Maybe that’s why sky just connects to each one of us. Sky moves with us. Sky stays with us. Where does it move with us? Nowhere. Where does it move with us? Everywhere.
Prihana Vasishta 