The dream started off how a normal day would start. The sun was bright and shining, but it had visible dark craters like the moon has. I wondered about this unfamiliar change for some time and suddenly there were small explosions on the sun's surface. The sun was losing its spherical shape. The scene was beautifully horrific. Within minutes the explosions ate the entire sun. There were no earlier predictions about this as well. The whole world was in awe.
The sun had died, along with all hopes of life. The majestic yellow ball of fire had gone into nothingness. The symbol of power and strength had lost to mere explosions. Everything turned pitch dark. The sky was empty now, rather, there was no sky to be seen at all. The people in power still believed that their generated electricity would light up the world just enough for 4-5 months. The future turned uncertain in a matter of minutes. How scary! No sun meant no plants. No plants meant no life.
The dream makes no sense I know, but imagine a world without sun! We are blessed by God. The Indian traditions truly understand the importance of the Sun. Hence, we have festivals like Chatth Puja which are followed religiously.
In conclusion, we often ignore basic things and run behind materialistic things. These things do play a big role in our lives, but not the biggest. We should be grateful for the things we get without asking for; without which our lives would be impossible like food, air, water and Sun. Be grateful, be happy 😇.
And that's the end! Thank you for reading!
Peace! 🕊️✨
