For each and everyone who cares to spare a look, a glimpse… they mean something different altogether. For me, staring at the starry skies has never failed to fill my soul with peace and comfort. Even during the instances when I felt absolutely alone and dejected.
Having never got a chance to meet my elder -late- sister, I grew up longing to what it would feel like to have a sister there when you need her.
Usually thinking about her would bring a little sadness to the atmosphere, but ever since I started star-gazing, I would think of her and not feel as lonely as I was before. Somehow it feels like she’s there, watching, comforting in anyway she can.
Oh well.. there. That was my story about star-gazing. What’s yours?