I was probably a lot younger back then, a little kid, trying to figure out how things in the real world work. For instance, remember how kids will think the most random things and believe in them. Like when we would accept that fairies were real. Yes, around that time. I was watching a tv show, and in this episode, the protagonist gets lost and is in a Jungle and is scared. And younger me was puzzled, thinking what was it that she feared? There are still just trees around her, and just like her home, the same sky, why then she was scared?

And this thought stayed with me, finding some similarities among people. I met new people or explored new places, but I found similarities everywhere. I could still see kids with cute childish rage and their parents with exhausted loving faces. Grandparents’ ready with a hug and a plate full of your favourite dishes. And a loving smile and words always whenever you have awkward silence of finding out a way to do something. I found friendships and care among so many others, like my own. Everyone was human, with flaws, good things, or bad ones, in varying proportions.

Similar was this feeling of a hopeless evening. Or the love of warm noon, and rising sun, with that laziness of summers. Or the harshness of the bitter dry wind, taking away some perspectives, mostly hopes. Or that transitioning spring wind, carrying up, a little cold and a lot of warmth and freshness. It all translated perfectly, so commonly across lives.

Everyone was different, and every place was so much apart, but how they felt was somewhere the same.

On a side note, this feeling of belonging which sky helps us to feel I wrote here in one another poem, if you want you can read it here - https://shruti.page/smiles/the-vast-blue-sky/