once I saw a few hundred stars falling down, one by one, slowly, for hours somewhere. I was so small I did not know it was a meteor shower. I wanted them to fall on me.
then a few years back I was trekking at night to the Dhaak valley near lonavla. tired, I slept on a rock near a waterfall at about 4am n immediately I found out it was raining, although just a small sprinkle to wash my sweat clean. I lay silent on the rock & experienced stars falling on me.
today, when m lying on d bed, tumblring these incidents only because I felt those stars were coming out of me. rain returned back to d elements as sweat, stars in form of human response of satisfaction to that what lies beyond, where stars belong.
I love this life., from exile to addiction. I don’t regret of smoking & staring at beautiful things. I don’t regret on giving a few, an opportunity though they screw up my important time. because I believe, life balances. you give& u take..u actions are returned.
I feel so I write.