The other day the power cut was at 8p.m. When I went for my night ramble, the stars were out--very rare to see during these monsoons. There was a patch of sky over in the South just full of stars. It was beautiful and as there was a power cut there was no light pollution from the street lights. How I wished I knew more constellations. Since I rarely get to see the night sky during this part of the year, I'm not familiar with many of the stars. But I did see Scorpio spread out over a large patch of clear sky that I could see. It was lovely evening.
Walking beneath the stars always makes me feel close to the infinite. When I contemplate the vastness of space and think that here I am, a tiny spot in the universe it meakes me breathless at the thought of how small I am, yet a thinking, sentient being, who can think about what I see. Somehow in this feeling of being insignificant in relation to this whole universe, which I still a part of, makes me feel the presence of the Almighty, the Infinite, so much more.