Have you ever seen a torque blue sky?

I was in my vehicle, crossing the Princess Margaret Bridge in my town, north of Fredericton, and was struggling to hide my eyes from the piercing light of the afternoon sun. It was around 3:30PM Atlantic Time.

When I got around to the half circle-ramp, coming up from Riverside Drive and going towards the bridge, the sky zoomed in at my eyes and I felt as if I was climbing up the sky. I felt hallucinated. I slowed down my car a bit. Gripping my both hands tight on the steering wheels and hiding my eyes behind the rearviewmirror, I looked straight up to the sky – it was bright torque blue!

What’s happening? Am I seeing things?, I questioned to myself.  I looked ahead and up again. There was that bright torque blue sky standing magnificently in front of me. There were a few scattered white clouds also, all glowing as if they were beamed up by the thousands of light bulbs behind them. I wasn’t imagining. The whole thing was real!

I picked my husband up on my way home and told him what I had seen a while ago. He just smiled at me with an expression on his face that said “Yah, sure”.  After reaching home, I looked at the sky, again. This time the sky was in dull baby-blue color and the clouds didn’t shine!

In my bed time I thought about the torque blue sky again. I wondered if anybody else had seen such sky, or that was just the trick of the afternoon sun? After giving a lot of thoughts, I attributed the torque blue sky and the bright clouds to my brother who had just passed away a few days earlier. “He must be in heaven, now”, I said to myself. It was his way of thanking me for donating the bags of food to the food bank in his name this afternoon.

That was the only logical explanation I could make out of the heavenly experience I had that yesterday, and I slept the whole night peacefully!

RIP my dear Sanu dai

Old age and the fragility touche everyone

Old people are perceived as unsightly and burdensome by many societies and a lot of elderlies are condemned --not for doing anything wrong or harming anyone, but simply reaching their “unproductive” stage.


Our societies burry the issues of old age altogether, instead of preparing our young generation by educating them on this very eminent stage. Most children don't get 't the opportunity to be with their grandparents and older relatives. They don't understand what growing old means. For example, I didn't know how to look after elderlies when my visited about 10 years ago. The old saying "you've to be old to understand an elderly" is so correct!


I had heard an interesting story about an elderly when I was very young that I want to share to demonstrate how we cheat ourselves:


Once there lived a young couple who had a very young son and very old man--their father and father-in-law-– living with them. From the account of this tale, it is understood that the old man had reached at his “unfruitful” age, and the couple decided to get rid of him. They said, "this old man is useless and draining our resources". So, they devised a plan.


Next day the husband brought a basket, large enough to fit his old man, and loaded his father in it. After watching his father, the very young son of his asked, “What are you doing, father?” The father replied, “I’m loading your grandpa to dump him down from a tall mountain, so that he can’t return home”.


When the man finished loading his father and was on his way to the mountain, his very young son came running after him. He shouted, “Wait, wait, father, I’ve to tell you something…” The father was in a hurry, but his love for his son compelled him to stop. Impatiently the father asked, “What is it son?” “What is so important that you must distract me from carrying on my urgent work?” His very young son breathlessly replied, “I just want to remind you to bring the basket home after you dump grandpa down the mountain”. His father paused a while and asked, “Why my son; why do you care about this useless basket?” His very young son replied, “Because I would need it to dump you down the mountain, too, when you reach to grandpa’s age”.