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I wrote this blog sometime in 2014.

Last night it was raining.  The sky was getting illuminated intermittent lightening. Power was fluctuating, and finally, it was gone and I got dc (disconnected) from my friend on the net. I left the table with an inner gloom and went to the balcony. It was raining heavily with thunder. I let the downpour come upon my body just to try to wash off all the fatigue of the day. There was darkness outside, just the rays of a few emergency lights peeping through the windows of other flats. I concentrated on the darkness. When the flash of lightning broke the darkness, just for a second, it seemed that green and purple pearls were falling from the sky.  I stayed there as long as the rain continued then came inside with an aesthetic sense inside me.  

I like thunder since my childhood. I always watch with keen interest the pattern made in the lightning. Let me take you into my dream world.

There was a spiral staircase at the back of our old house. It was a flat on the third floor.  In the rainy season it was my hobby to go there and watch the lightning and listen to the thunder. I used to stand on the small rostrum type platform of the spiral staircase. Our flat was on the top so this was the end of the staircase. I would just stand there in the dark, while the rain was falling, and I fixed my eyes on the sky just to behold the pattern of lightning with every flashing. It was so enchanted.   During the entire scenario, a moment always came, when all the surrounding vanished. There remained nothing, just me, standing on the platform, and the sky. I felt with each flash of lightning that I was flying towards the heaven.

You just get a sketch of what I have described. Erase the building all around just leave the platform of the spiral staircase and you are standing on it staring at the sky. There is nothing around, but you.  What you see with the flash of lightning – different patterns – again and again, and again.  This is NATURE pouring down on you!  BEAUTIFUL!

I wish when I die my soul will be taken in the same way as I used to imagine, let me see the passage through which we pass. I imagine it will be the same as what I used to see standing alone on the platform of the spiral staircase.