Most people rarely stop to gaze up, to see the wonder of the night sky, except maybe to wish upon a star, every once in a while. The myth goes, that when bodies die, they die; but the souls and spirits live on, perhaps turning into stars. “For my part, I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars, makes me dream.” I can still remember, my grand father teaching me how to find the North Star, when I was a little girl. He said to trace the “Ursa Minor” till you get to the tip of it, and to stop at the brightest star. One thing is for sure – if you learn to do that, you will never be lost.
There’s nothing quite as magical as the cover of sparkling stars on the never-ending setting of the ‘Kotgarh’ sky. The woody scent of the pine resin is soothing and you know, that the forest isn’t very far away. The night is quiet, occasionally broken by the shrill cry of an owl, or the grunt of a bear, digging up its favorite root. The smell of burnt firewood in the distance, carried along with the faint breeze, totally consumes your senses. You lie there in the still of the night, gazing at the marvelous sky, so clear and bright, as if attempting to relay some sort of a heavenly message.
Gosh! It feels so good to be home.
- by Millie
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WOW! A very nice one. Hope to see more of such stuff from you
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The title reminds one of the oldie written for Van Gogh. The song speaks of what Gogh tried teaching through his paintings but in vain as no one tried understanding him and being a victim of depression with suicidal tendencies the world lost this great artist.However imagine someone singing the oldie, strumming a guitar on a hill in such idyllic conditions. You could paint in all shades and hues of colours. Must try it.
Dear Millie, I imagined the stars at Kotgarh and Dadaji’s star looking at you.. wishing you all the success in your life. It will remind the others about paintings, poems, nature etc, but I remember dadaji. Nice post. Aie.
Nostalgic yes. It reminds me of a poem I read in school:
What is life if full of care
We have no time to stand and stare
Stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows
Take care love you. Pa
@Anonymous: Thanks. Next time you post a comment, don’t forget to give us your name, please. @Madhu: What a waste of talent. He was super creative. @Aai:Thanks for talking time out to read, and comment. @Pa: Thanks. I remember that poem as well.
Thanks for the acknowledgement. Someone should describe a “cloudy, cloudy day” too. Looking at and listening to the pitter-patter of the rain thru glass sitting nice and comfy under a roof. Will remind of Ricky Nelson’s song – Listen to the falling rain.
Sorry, Ricky’s song is titled – “Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain” and “Listen to the falling rain” is a different one and I dont remember the singer.
Ahh !! I was thinking about “a cloudy cloudy day”, but never got around to writing it. Maybe will once I get back from my quick visit to Kotgarh. I remember listening to “listen to the rhythm of the falling rain”, over and over again back in school.
Plenty of cloudy days to come so take your time to respond to the right inspirational moments.
The post should be ready soon
Clouds being regular visitors to Kotgarh it wouldn’t matter if the monsoon got over. The post will still be appropriate, be it any time of the year! !
Looking forward to reading it – A comparative study of the soft, steady drizzle common to Lonavala and Khandala near Pune to the thundering accompaniment of the pelting K – rain can be a part of it if one has experienced both.
One place comes in my mind,
Its the place one of its kind.
Where peace in air blow,
Carrying flakes of Snow.
Silence that was never felt,
Makes my mind melt.
I dream to go back home,
But it like shaping the stone.
Its the place where people roar,
I am from “Kotgarh”…Need I say More.