Sky Watch

Psychological research suggests that the rewards of really seeing the sky may be greater than just a pleasant feeling from having taken in a nice view. Specifically, sky gazing may sap stress by helping you put your emotions in perspective. It's so true, especially during these times.

You get answers to the questions you have and at times you sing, give yourself the confidence 'Jab kar rahe ho sahi, to Ruk Jaana Nahi. Ae dil, tu kahi rukh jana nahi'.

Research suggests that the subdued green light enhances the production of dopamine in the brain and provide a calming sensation. In addition, the artificial blue sky helps create a mild form of sensory deprivation that will help them turn their attention inward and distract them away from daily stress.

As Borden explains, "When you realize that everyone is in the sky instead of under it, as many people perceive themselves, you get a stronger sense of connectedness."

From sky we can learn that Every moment in our life is already planned by our Almighty . Understanding this flow can motivate anyone to be mentally strong at the same time will help them to find a purpose for living. You are free to compare life with anything as you wish.

It's interesting to see how the Sun, rise and set different way and in a slightly different place every day, with different times. How this change the colour of the sky, based on the climate around.

Looking Up undoubtedly is  Looking In. This has been an important event during this lock down.

And its amazing  to view changes in a day, through  the lenses

Of late had started feeling,  that land has got nothing to offer except misery and distress. All its beauty was being  sucked by greedy humans. Better to look upwards be it day or night.

“If in our moments of utter idleness and insipidity, we turn to the sky as a last resource, which of its phenomena do we speak of? One says it has been wet, and another, it has been windy, and another, it has been warm. Who, among the whole chattering crowd, can tell me of the forms and the precipices of the chain of tall white mountains that girded the horizon at noon today? Who saw the narrow sunbeam that came out of the south, and smote upon their summits until they melted and mouldered away in a dust of blue rain? Who saw the dance of the dead clouds when the sunlight left them last night, and the west wind blew them before it like withered leaves?”

- John Ruskin