What the stars say...

My mom always told me the sky is a big canvas, we can doodle anything we want on it. Write our stories with chalk on black clouds, make little friends with stars, smile at the sun and hold the rain that falls from up above. She said, there were answers up there, simple solutions in complex constellations. I never took Ma seriously. All this sounded too filmy to me. She never got me into believing there's someone up there watching over us and yada yada yada... All this was still gobbledygook to me, but stars still fascinated me. There just was something soothing about those luminous shiny plasmic dots that calmed me down. Every time I stared at the stars, I found myself getting hypnotised, lulled into an unknown rhythm that came from nowhere. And it was during these trances that I took most decisions for me, made the biggest of commitments to myself and join two and two to make four. These trips I took to the sky and back often left me numb and speechless, it was exactly like taking in big warm wafts of sedating smoke that settled into the chest for a few seconds and then traced their path back out to diffuse into thin air. A moment of confusion- a trip to fantasia, and everything seems calm.

But tonight I lift my head up while walking back from Omar's room. All I see is darkness, and a patchy sky, the shades of grey and ugly blue. There are no stars, no numbness, no answers...just confusion and Omar Khan...