The Sky Over Berlin

April 19,2006 . I can never forget the date when my mother told me with tears in her eyes “ I hope to see you again in future “. It was time to say goodbye. I had never left her before. I tried to be strong outside but inside I was dying. I wished these last moments stopped. I wished time stopped forever so that I never had to leave her. I told her hugging her tightly “ I will meet you again” until I could feel her tears covered my chest. I did not even leave her but I already missed her. Car headed towards the Airport. On my way, I could see my entire nineteen years of life and the time when I had my mother next to me. I could die hundred times just to see her million dollar smile. I could jump off the highest cliff, just to smell her clothes that I had been smelling from the time I opened my eyes. I wished I could rebirth and live the very moment when she grabbed my tiny fingers on the way from school telling me lovely stories. She covered me on those harse rainy days until she was soaked with water. Now I was on my own. My life was never the same again. I felt like a soldier going to a war, filled with feelings about never to see his loved ones again. I looked at the sky and took the picture with my eyes, just to remember that day when I left my mother, just to remember her again. I always had sky with me, so had my mother. I thought if I missed her I would look at the sky and get the feeling that she is looking at the same sky to remember me. The plane took off. I could see my hometown far below glittering in the night. It was time to say goodbye to a place which made me who I am, the place which gave me my identity, the place which I could proudly say belongs to me. The place of my ancestors.

Life is never the way you wish it to be. Why does life force us to sacrifice the things that we love the most? And why does it have to be me?. I knew no body in this foreign land just my uncle whom I hadn’t seen for 12 years. I came to a land which had no similarities with the land that I had lived for 19 years. I was alone in this German world. I had no language, no friends, no family. I sacrificed everything. Nobody even cared or knew who I was. I was just a random stranger who got noticed very well from the time he landed on the airport. Everyone looked at me as if I came from another world. Those strange eyes which looked at me from top to bottom,those curious eyes still haunts me at night. My unstoppable stopwatch life started from the time I landed in Berlin. I looked at those houses, modern life, highly developed society, different people , far different from the ones that I had been spending warm sunny day on the field playing cricket, or the ones that I knew from the time when the word time came to my consciousness. Life was like a race. Everyone was running everywhere to get everything. My small society brain never figured out or figures out, “ WHAT FOR?”. Perhaps for virtual satisfaction but I would be more satisfied to spent my time on the green field of my grand parents , where my grandfather wakes up at 4 o clock in the morning to milk his cows , and smell of firewood from the kitchen of my grandmother where she is cooking lovely dishes. I wished I could turn back time.

Sky over Berlin always comforts me. Sky over Berlin reminds me of my mother looking at me from far away land and sends me heavenly smell of her clothes. Sky over Berlin brings me back to my childhood, my loved ones. She whispers in my ears I care for you , cheer up you are alive …