This is a Nookapally Morning. This morning I got up at 3:30 am. It was cold. Went up onto the roof around 4 am for the usual Yoga. What I saw in the Star Lit Morning Sky is simply unbelievable. I saw the falling meteorites – bright and flash! Saw the fast-moving objects in the sky – they were brightly lit, far in the sky. I wish to make it clear that they cannot be airplanes. It is impossible for an airplane to travel at such a speed! I flew many a time. Hence this conviction. I wonder what they could be!
There was a very bright star in the East. It is so bright that it looked like a 1000 watt light up above in the sky. Many star formations can be observed. No wonder they guided many of our ancestors. Written records are available to vouch for my comment. My ancestors saw the stars, and I am seeing the same ones! In a way we are sharing life! In cities like Hyderabad, the city lights and pollution prevent seeing a clear sky. Here in the farmhouse, fortunately no such threats. This morning became a true festival and I am waiting for the next morning already. The morning star lit sky can be addictive.
Amidst this celestial beauty, stretching the body, the mind and the soul with yogic postures is an indescribable joy in itself! This is that time when the body, mind and soul converge. The silent song from the sky is melodious. Yes, there again another bright falling meteorite! In usual language ‘a falling star’. This is a common man’s expression. The belief is that whatever you wish, while watching a falling star, will become true. I tried to wish for something looking at the ‘falling star’, but as usual I did not know what to wish for! It could mean I have too many things to wish for or it could also mean that I am such a simpleton who does not know what I want most. I prefer the later, for what I can ask for when I am watching the ‘morning stars dance with silent music? It is so intoxicating that all other wishes of a human being become meaningless. These are the times my soul cries piteously, it cries for depriving it this celebration every day.
These are those never returning limited mornings for all. During these mornings silence speaks; the ears hear; souls dance; and language becomes meaningless noise. I became that morning today and a feathered peacock began to dance next to me!
About the Author
Dr. K. Raja Gopal Reddy is a seasoned internationally qualified Insurance professional.
What you are reading here, may not answer all the questions we have, but has the absolute power of asking unsettling questions which increase the interest in the strange world, and show the contradictory wonders lying just below the surface of the commonest things of life. Look at this disturbing but beautiful thought of Friedrich Nietzsche “God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him”.
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