Stars, clouds and the world

Have you ever seen the streetlights shut when an edge of blue regales in the sky at the strike of dawn or them click open at dusk when the sun's ship is gradually sinking, waiting for another twelve hours to come back like the black pearl had(I think the black pearl took more time, but you get the idea!)? 

I just did, and due to some reason, it was awesome. Sometimes, night doesn't feel like night. Especially if you stay just pretty much next to the main road. The light from street lamps and the occasional roar of bikes and cars when they're dancing with death don't really give you the 'feel' of peace and quiet.

But inspite of being in a city where smoke gently rises up when the moon comes up, and its more like a darker day at night, you do see stars. Maybe not as many as one would in any countryside, but they are overwhelmingly enough. Watching the stars at night, is quite an ego booster actually - after all, you've got billions of supernatural beings winking at you! Every constellation is like that secret message that everyone knows just because it is a secret. The other smooth patterns you see, which exist only for that night, or probably only as a figment of your imagination are the real "secret" ones. Only you can identify them.

Gazing at stars and clouds is really similar for the most part. Clouds are colourful. They have different shapes and their own seasonal style. Moving with the wind, they cross our field of vision and let their other brothers and sisters engage us in a guessing game of what they resemble. As a child, I've always wanted to sleep on a cloud or have a castle on top of them. I still remember how heartbroken I was when I found out it wasn't possible to. Curse the Giant of Jack and the Beanstalk who gave me ideas. Anyways, clouds are sensational. You can pass through them effortlessly, as if you are invisible. (Is that how being invisible feels like?)

Looking up at the sky, you realise how small and insignificant you are. At times, that's quite depressing, because at home on earth, you may mean the world for a few people. But at the same time, it adds to the mystery and makes you feel like you are a part of something big. As if this whole world is a program, where complicated functions have already been typed out and the programmer is watching everything run on its own marvellously, with pride. He's waiting for the grand finale, the last line perhaps, which says printf "Bye World!" and then return = 0. Perhaps we may actually see "Bye World!" printed in the sky before our bodies get disintegrated into ones and zeros all over again.

Or maybe it's not so elaborate and you'll see Zeus march down to Earth and confess Egyptian mythology is true.