live canvas...

As i entered the park for an evening walk, my eyes met with a head-on collision with a brilliant clear blue sky... But the patches of clouds spread all over, made the strongest impact…

For the first time, i felt as if i was inside a living canvas in which everything else had been overshadowed by the awe of the clouds in their numerous shades and hues of blue and orange... It felt as if the clouds were left hanging in the sky by invisible strings from who knows where... Being a live canvas, every glance had the fortune to capture a changed aspect of the painting...
Everything had been blended seamlessly within the picture... Everything – animate as well as inanimate (people, trees, animals, birds, kites, buildings, sounds, noises) - was a perfect fit...

Most of the sky was playing with clouds ranging from blue to deep purple... But in one section, the orange of the clouds was way too overwhelming...
My heart was filled with great pleasure at having being able to witness the magnanimity of the picture & the painter... But this pleasure co-existed with the ache of realisation that I am but a mere spec on the canvas, with no power to play with the clouds and add my own colours of imagination to them...

By now, the orange of the clouds had turned deep and I just couldn't take my eyes off them... All this while i was still walking... By the time i turned around a bend for a second look, the sun had gathered its rays, abandoning the clouds... Suddenly, the sky, devoid of its colourful pearls, had been relegated to the background and the concrete structures took the foreground with a towering prominence...

I was knocked out of my trance back into the reality... and was left with the urge to instantaneously transport myself to Alaska to revel in the breathtaking northern lights...