Sky

At the age of five I lost my younger brother who passed away due to brain fever. I just wanted the answer to where did he go, who took him away and that how come my folks couldn’t get him back to us. They told me he is safe with God far away and well cared for. We will always remember him but he had to be there to be free from all his pains and aches. There was nothing more farther than the Sky for me at that time. Since then it kind of became my brother’s home for me. From then I never did anything without communicating with the sky because I knew no living without him then. Gradually it became a habit and it never ceases to amaze me till date.

I really did communicate with him talking to the sky. Watching the sky, the day time sky, the night sky, the hues, the clouds and each day it had a different story to tell me, all being told to me by my brother. We played with the colours in the sky, we hid in the clouds in the sky, we fooled around in the rain from the sky, we shared the glitter of the stars at night and we continued our relationship and he was still there for me always in a place which kept him pain free.

Even though I learnt the facts of life and death, it still reigns supreme in my mind for all my inspirations till date. I just love being under the sky as my roof.