I remember falling in love with the Crab Nebula when I read about it in a book by Ian Ridpath. Taurus, though, was interesting to me only because of its proximity to the stunningly beautiful Pleiades group of newborn stars, easily visible to the naked eye.
I'm wearing a rather striking shirt, one that makes me feel like a clown fooling around in a graveyard. Roving eyes latch on to me and make me too conscious of myself. Checkered in red, grey, black and maroon, I've excused myself into donning it and looking silly for two reasons. It's Friday and…more importantly, the last working day of the year. Tailored half-a-year back, I never had the courage to wear it, not until today. It's that time of the year when it's time to reflect on the events that transpired. Last year ended on the worst possible note. Dad had expired and I was numb with shock. The repercussions rippled halfway thought this year. Things were so abysmal initially that I had lost the will to live. Acrid in everything I did, I was immensely angered by time phlegmatically flowing through its cadence. It was as if Dad meant nothing to anybody. What right did people have to live the way they always had when Dad was no more? Why was much of the world still ...
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if not sure you plan to .
A world of mystery ,
a point beyond dreaming ,
there is no limits to imagination !.
its the museum for space exploration
supposedly ...
do u think universe would end at some point of time , if that theory holds true
where there is a beggining there is an end .
to imagine infenity , just dream of
space , ever expanding , holding colonies
of ornaments consisting of stars and galaxies....
anyway , a aspiring space watcher ,
always has something to wonder about .
just one thought buy an excellent telescope sometime which lasts for ages,making it like a treature ,
for grand children and great grand children to behold ....that will be most interesting , a modern legend sort of perhapes ....