So many of them scattered with dramatic carelessness across the night sky. Which was a deep cold fathom-less black. Colombo’s light polluted night had never revealed such treasures. The vast uninhibited sky over the Polonaruwa rest house was profoundly different. The adults with their beers further down in the darkness of the veranda. It was easy to bump into people wondering around stargazing. All around us the quiet slap of waves from the Parakrama Samudraya.
All this was quite long ago – well before the 2nd JVP uprising. I can’t remember any other specifics of the trip besides a fragmentary memory of squinting at the Aukana Buddha statue in the hard mind morning sun.
Yet that diamond studded sky keeps sprouting in to the mind at the oddest moments. Along with sensation of its cold vastness and how it turns if you spun looking up. No idea why I can recall those moments so vividly. And not important days of people close to me. Most likely a symptom of a flickering low watt mind.
When was the first time YOU really saw stars for the first time?