Starry Night

Searched for the reason to remember, all of a sudden, an event in the past, but couldn’t. A busy mind is so confined to the present that it might overlook sometimes the beauty of past. Contradiction; rather an anomaly to the, melancholic mind which wanders endlessly in past. Only with the negativity and still ignoring the beauty of past. Thoreau might have helped. A poet’s, adept writer’s mind can be so abstract that their work impart it on the readers. And this abstractness put mine in to the fain past.

A night to remember. Of million stars. That lit up the dark sky. A place, near to the falls that dropped water from much hight and the river dunes where we camped. A thick forest surrounded that bottom of the valley. From the sounds one could easily tell there resided the countless birds and many animals. But it was all sweet. It was cold. It was a starry night with no moon. With a fire warming us, and the gossips keeping us awake made it all beautiful enough to forget all but the nature.

A walk of about a day’s length left us to this beautiful place where I doubt anyone would ever come. It is a distant place. With not a sign of human, being there. How can a place like that be left alone? But its for better, I might say. But besides the tiredness, none felt dizzy. May be for the place was so divine and night was so enchanting it kept everyone excited enough. If not, the sparkling sky would never let me sleep. It was all beautiful. It was a nature’s wonder and we were now part of it. Amidst it. And I finally understood why ‘Walking’ started with a sentence like-

“I wish to speak a word for Nature, for absolute freedom and wildness, as contrasted with a freedom and culture merely civil—to regard man as an inhabitant, or a part and parcel of Nature, rather than a member of society.”

And when there was nothing more to talk about, everyone stayed silent. And for the first time heard the silence. Learned the language of the silence, the way it express itself....