An Imaginator's Promise

Clouds give an awesome kick to the imagination and are a wonderful soul soother. They scoop the brain cells up and take them off a journey of learning and explorations with them. They are much more than big balls of cotton to me. I promise to always find the shapes in the clouds, the whales in the sky that swim instead of float. The sky is sometimes the sea and the clouds are the soul of happy ships, sunk a long ago. Sometimes the sun is the beloved and clouds play flirty with the sun. On issues or hassles like in a relationship, the sun breaks through the clouds any moment, showing disapproval. Sometimes it is more than pleasurable to watch that elephant, who is humongous enough to be called as a mammoth, chases a turtle. A map of a country unknown to me floating in the Indian territory. May be, that’s why they shout as the sky is limitless. Then, a cartoon character from my childhood, gliding in the limitless sky, mounting on big chunk of cloud ball. Or on the other hand, a piece of pineapple pastry floating in the blue sky. It makes ravishing butterflies flutter in my stomach. I promise to just lie down all day and watch them drift by. I promise to always look high up above on all the days when I wouldn’t why find anything but air and water and the melancholy of the days. I promise to switch on the entire sky alive with the imagination. I promise. I promise to let my imagination to run away with me. Or Vice versa. I promise to look up and feel good about my widened horizons. Like all times, it will once again make me feel like a little speck in the universe, so insignificant. Breaking all the rules of why we all take ourselves so seriously, because in the sky, there are no boundaries. Absolutely no limits.