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Sun/Moon/Stars

By Abhinand Anil


The sky is our gateway to a neoteric, yet unknown world. Beyond the skies above, lies the remnants of the foundation of our universe, a magnificent vision at first sight, and within it, poignant dangers we have not fully understood so far. Despite it all, we love looking up onto the night sky, sometimes with a loved one by our side, the mind at peace, just wondering, “What else is out there? Are there other worlds, stars, galaxies coming into being? Would unknown forms of life learn about us long after we’re gone?”

The vastness of space is a portrayal of our very soul, the sun and moon standing as parallels; Sun, so bright, warm, radiant and vibrant. The Moon, dark, dismal, soulless, barren. For millennia, both celestial entities have existed in totality, a connotation to the ups and downs humans go all throughout their lifespans. The blackness of space remains as ambiguous and unknown, a sign of not wanting to worry for the future, for they remain just as unknown.



The shining stars around us, however, are a different story. They are the bridge aligning the sun and moon of life. The stars are the people around us, some bright, others dim, some fade out to dust, others blow up bright. The brilliant clash of nebulas and supernovas, their visual prowess makes space all the more fascinating. The way we interact with people, spread kindness and hope, value others over oneself, keep the ones you love happier and cheerful.

So let your shine bright, and share the sun’s blaze, and the moon’s melancholy. Space would not sound as harrowing as it seems to be.


By Abhinand Anil




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