Blue

This is blue space for everyone’s writing, spurred on by four pointed pencils.Not one of them is blue. But the space is blue and empty like the sky where a fleeting jet can leave a white trail.

Houses in Rajasthan are blue and empty. Our Sunday moods are blue against the looming Monday, with body parts hanging out of shared rickshaws, as if they are schoolbags.

The sea is blue against the sky of many hues.From the hill-top, as you climb down you see the sky as continuation of the sea and you do not know where there is a seam or a joint, in the blue marking out the sky from the sea.

Yesterday we wanted to see a moon in the blue sky peacefully co-existing with the sun. But the moon went pale out of fright and was hardly recognizable against the sun’s golden silk cloth.

* Moon and sun

We saw a disc of moon on the west,paling to its insignificance before the sun in his golden silk cloth.Some time ago we saw them coexisting in the same sky without rancor.

That was in the Himalayas .In the Himalayas both hide behind snows and many times come out of the pines, together only to quickly vanish  in a surprising chemistry .

On the day when we were travelling to a silverine lake we saw the moon softly smiling behind the snow peaks. The sun was yet to wake up from his sleep behind the pines.