When you are cruising at 31000 Feet in the air (A pint-sized parable)

I generally fly at night. Unknown, unaware about what comes in the way. Everything appears dark, pitch black and before the black could bore me, I reach my home, given that Pune to Ahmedabad is just 1 and a half hours of journey. But recently I traveled in the afternoon through the city of clouds at an altitude of 31000 feet…

Through the city of clouds

I could imagine the silence and the absolute nothingness present outside. It seemed like colonies of clouds living, occupied in themselves, stretching as far as my eyes could go. The horizon seemed like a distant amalgamation of blue and white. And only an aircraft cruising through the space, through the plenary silence.

There I could sense an absolute peace, the peace that we all run after but can never outrun…

But then my mind asked me:

Are you really sure why the clouds float so freely in the air?

I found a very surprising answer to it, here. Clouds are actually made up of really tiny droplets of water, they are so tiny that there’s no effect of gravity on it… Strange yet surprising. There’s an amazing element of randomness in each one, they are never of the same shape. They grow obtusely and appear as lost and free in space as are the thoughts in our mind.

One of the clouds bursting like a bubble

Life, even in its most meaningful sense can never feel as calm and as peaceful as this city of clouds felt. But everything comes to an end, so did my journey… Speckles of land began showing as the realms of the fictional city merged into the real city when the plane dropped down and finally landed…


Have you ever felt this way or will you be seeing it this way when you next board a flight?? 🙂

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