Sky and Fly

 Did you guys also yearned to fly in the sky like a bird?

           As a child, I remember gazing up at the endless expanse of the sky, watching in wonder as airplanes and birds soared gracefully overhead. Each time one passed, my heart would fill with a longing, a burning desire to join them, to fly among the clouds and touch the stars. It was a dream shared by many of my friends, a dream that seemed impossible yet filled us with an unshakeable hope. 

            In those innocent days of youth, the concept of flight held a magical allure. I would spread my arms wide, pretending to glide effortlessly through the air, imagining the sensation of weightlessness and freedom. I still remember flying in with my dad holding me in the gliding me. But even as I reveled in these fantasies, a nagging voice in the back of my mind reminded me of the harsh truth: humans were not meant to fly (without the help of technology).

             No matter how fervently I wished it were otherwise, I knew deep down that my dreams of flight were nothing more than fanciful illusions.Perhaps it was this sense of longing, this stubborn refusal to relinquish my dreams, that gave flight its enduring power over me. For even though I knew I could never soar through the skies like a bird, the mere act of dreaming allowed me to transcend the limitations of my reality, if only for a fleeting moment.

            Despite the impossibility of flying, my fascination with the vast sky only deepened. The night sky, in particular, captured my attention. I began to immerse myself in the study of stars, constellations, and their ever-changing patterns, turning it into my hobby. Every night, I eagerly ran to the terrace, armed with a notebook and pencil, to observe the starry sky above. However, this cherished routine came to an abrupt halt when I enrolled in the college. 

         Nevermind, I'll go home after the end of semester exams. I'll be able to continue the hobby until I return back here!