There was a fury in the way the clouds caped the sky that night and the stars that were resilient enough to make their daily presence felt joined hands to stand tough against them. But the clouds, oblivious to the world, kept rolling in and drew frames that even the stars had never seen. In their thousand unspoken words the clouds seemed to recite a story, a story of pain and loss, a story of being prisoners of their own mind and their longing for one and only one moment of breaking through the shackles and the bars that held them. Finally, when they saw the walls being broken down they stealthily made their way out and grooved in a way that redefined the extraordinary. Free spirits now, some danced and some stormed against the evil chains of the world.
The stars that were accustomed to the pomp and show accepted a backseat that night and enjoyed their presence as a mere audience filled with fascination. Accepting their resignation, the clouds conquered the sky that night. After taking a walk in the lanes of freedom and drinking from the fountain of eternal joy, the clouds underwent a drastic change of nature. Silencing the rage and storm they had caused in the sea and in human hearts, they broke the last shackle and proudly embraced death. They poured down and filled the empty oceans and the dreary lands of the human world.
“An end leads to a beginning, a beginning to an end. What happens in between is the art of the Creator!”, the stars commented as they lit the world again.