I Love It All

Here's a thing about me- I love taking pictures of the things I love. Here's another thing about me- I love the sky. Hence, why my gallery is filled with pictures of pretty sunsets. the clouds, the stars and the moon.

 As I have mentioned in another one of my blogs, I love to walk- especially when I am stressed or down. And if the sky is of a pretty shade then, relief comes to me ten times quicker. If it's night time, it's even better. Though I won't be able to walk around pretty late into the night, I go out or up to the terrace and just sit or lay there, looking at the sky, lost in thought. It evokes new ideas and thoughts in me- inspirations for my later writings. It's honestly the only time I can just let all my defences and facades crumble to the ground and actually be okay with it. 

Skygazing- stargazing, especially- is something so particularly dear to me. And I don't like to do it with people. I like to do it all by myself. I don't want anyone's presence to annoy me during that time. Neither do I want to come to a state where I cannot enjoy the comfort of the sky without another person's presence. Or in other words, I do not want it to be tainted by the mark of their absence. It's something too intimate to me. Sure, I'm not going to push someone away if they come and sit next to me. But I will never make it "our thing". Because if that friend of mine ever falls out of touch with me, I will forever ache at that memory whenever I gaze high up above.

Gazing up at the sky makes me nostalgic for some reason. I lay there, thinking about little moments and little things in the past that were not so little to me. I think of all the people who have passed in and out of the chapters of my life. I think of how I'm a museum of all the people I've ever loved. I think of how I'm on a completely different path than the one that was originally planned out for me. If I were to tell twelve-year-old Ann that she would be studying Literature in Chennai in six years, she would call me stupid and nonsensical. She would say straight to my face that I chose the worst career option ever. But she would realise eventually, how poetry and novels stir a part of her soul that nothing else ever could. 

All in all, I'm a pretty basic Literature student. I think a lot. I love the sky. And I write about these thoughts under the sky. I love Franz Kafka and Jane Austen and Madeline Miller. I love Emily Dickinson and Sylvia Plath and Edgar Allen Poe. I love trashy rom-coms and gut-wrenching tragedies and funny horror movies. And I love that I'm a pretty basic Literature student who gets to read these novels and poems, and watch these movies under the sky because it's literally what I should be doing.

And oh, for one last time, I LOVE the sky.