“Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star,
How I Wonder What You Are !
Up Above The World So High,
Like A Diamond In The Sky .”
‘How long it has been since you sang it aloud ,a rhyme from your Grandma ?”
Soooo long ????????? think again .
Because it was just a rhyme and remained as it is .You never got an opportunity to let this rhyme come out from your heart in the hustle and bustle of your daily life. Particularly its nearly impossible to look at the sky and find a star twinkling when you are in a city .The glare and flare of cities adds to the pollution of sky making the stars just a character in our childhood rhymes or that from a fairy movie. Forget singing a song on them.
Fortunately this is not what happens to me. I am a village boy. Born and brought up in a small village of Nabarangpur .and still staying at Nabarangpur, a semi-urban area. It takes a five minutes’ drive to go out of town. The darkness mesmerizes me with her presentation of twinkling stars in the night sky. The lights from the town also look like stars giving me a feeling of standing in heaven.
A happy star was falling down…. I made a wish ,”oh dear ! would you fall for me once again ?’ Perhaps it was the only wish not to be fulfilled by a falling star. Anyway the night out has killed all my boredom, relaxed the day to day tensions boiling in me and revitalized the tired soul.
On the way back to the town the Indravati breeze carrying the smell of spicy corn fry was debauching my olfactory instincts. And I was driving fast towards the town, just like a happy star falling down the earth.