Clout of the Clouds
When we were kids, we would often wonder what clouds actually were! Then we started reading books and came to know they were like water vapor and when they condense, they rain. If they were denser and bulky, they would look black and if they were white: means no rains in the near time! Still, they fascinated us all the time. There may be many reasons for this: after all, the clouds traveled from one place to the other: having originated in the oceans, they would come making rains all across their journey. That they flew in the open sky was a very delightful thought. When there would be storms, we would be asked to run to our homes: but the thundering clouds would come and scar us and would have all the fun themselves. At their own free will, they would rain, till they desired: making us captive in our own homes. There was only one friend who countered the clout of the clouds: the wind! Many times, merciless black and giant clouds would not be able to do anything because wind would ask them to leave: wind would carry them away!
So it was like a football match: Sky was the Playground, Clouds and Wind were the two Teams. And we were humble spectators.
When we started reading and writing poems, clouds captured our fancies again. How about the wish to ride over the clouds to reach our friends? How about asking the clouds to rain or stop rain to make or stop some events? It can get as creative as we like: clouds were friends: clouds were wonderful friends…
And then, we started flying by aero planes. Now we could see the plane run through the clouds. We would get over the clouds and would keep flying while looking down on them. Where was the clout of the clouds? They could rain: but they could rain only downwards: up above the clouds: we were safe and secure. Now back to the curiosity: did the clouds know that we, the kids, would some day fly above them? That their pretty little white attire won’t be able to keep them hiding and we would play through them? That they no longer will be able to hold our fascination with the imagery that we could ride over the clouds and go visit places along with them: aero planes could do the same?
I don’t think we lost our fascination with the clouds. The very fact that we could feel them and can watch them from very near: increased our interest in them rather than reducing.
I had seen a friend capturing some beautiful snaps of the clouds from his camera. So this time when I went to fly, I kept a camera with me too.
These are what I captured:
As vast as the Blue
In the tick of the wings
Clouds: Here There Everywhere
In Hyderabad now:
Colors in the Sky