crescent in the sky

I saw the solar eclipse. I was told not to. But I donned my sunglass and looked at that brilliant diamond ring, prettier that any mortal rock can ever be.

The excitement all round was palpable. Be it a man of science or an illiterate brute, every soul was caught up in the sheer joy of looking upon the marvelous drama being enacted in the high skies.

I remember in 1996, when I was in school, Calcutta viewed a total solar eclipse. Oh! that excitement, that adrenaline rush, that almost orgasmic beating of the heart when I held up a photograph negative against my eye and in the middle of the day the sun was nowhere to be seen. There were mixed reactions ranging from gasps of enthusiasm to heaving of terror among the numerous neighbours of mine all of who had gathered on their terraces to witness the phenomenon like us.


The only other time I have perhaps felt close to something like that would be while snorkeling in the Andamans. Swimming among the corals and actually touching the colourful schools of fish was a huge high.


What is it about that crescent in the morning sky? Is it our habit of seeing a circle in it's place or is it our God-fearing hearts or something greater than this universe which strikes such awe?