I love
flying in the evenings.
You are
higher up than the horizon down below. The sun that drops down this horizon
throws up colours that can only originate and multiply in the unknown space. Un-earthly. Colours, that no human or their brilliant
machines can ever be successful in replicating.
I love
flying in the evenings.
There is a
serenity in the darkening horizon that is like meditation; and thoughts of the desperate
chaos on Earth can make you want to stay there forever.
I love
flying at nights.
The twinkling of the city lights down below can reveal their own
quirky characters. Bangalore – binary, Kolkata – old fashioned, Delhi –
distant, Bangkok – a pendant. The best however is Mumbai – scattered sparkling jewels for people to pick up and keep.
I love flying at nights.
It takes you a little closer to the Moon and the stars. In the dark emptiness
around you, it takes you a little closer to the significance of who you are.
