It was a surreal night

It was a surreal night. There was only a star, twinkling from a distant reach.

Since young, you were taught to believe that the stars are amazing. They are the souls of your ancestors, blessing you from afar. Whenever you have something to say, but no one could understand, you talk to the stars. They are the best listeners.

At times, you thought that you were looking at the lights of an airplane. Someone told us that it was beautiful to pretend that the lights of an airplane were like shooting stars. But, it was not moving. The lonely star was stationary, shining dimly.

It was sometime ago, that you had this thought that ran through your mind. - Is it better to believe that the sky is not the limit, and reach to the star, or simply lying down on the green lawn, and look into the night sky?

You knew that was an empty question that won't return any answers, unless you have done both of them.

Flipping through some of the photos you took in Berlin, you got curious, what did the Jewish people, who were trapped in the war ghettos, think about the stars? At desperate times, uncertainties looming in. Maybe many stories were revealed, but more wishes were unheard.

Stepping back on the Parisian streets, it was another image that came into your mind. Many lovers came to make a wish, for a dream to come true. How many wishes have actually reached the tip of Eiffel tower, where action meets words?

Your mind was doing weird imaginations at such times in the night. It reeled back and forth.

It was a surreal night.