Stars... Memories... Past...

How many times can one write about stars?

I have written many a times...Still lot more to write...

Every evening, when I look at the sky, I see few stars...

The number varies...

But as I look on, I find another star between two seen in the first place...

Again another... And again...

In some time I see far too many...

So is life, when I look back at the events, people, relationships, lovers, friends...

Also every time, I see a new 'Self'...

The mistery base

Life has always been those small stretches from the base...
My real base? Identity?...
I don't know.
Every time, I think about this I get a different answer.
Still... I know when I drive back to my base... I always feel it... And struggle through...
One of those rare evenings, when I laze out in my balcony I can feel my base.
Drifting away from the base takes no effort though it is a race sometimes.
Looking at an ECG like graph will give a feeling that the stretch from the base would be a struggle...
And the drive back in line with gravity...
I always felt the other way. Some force acting in the opposite direction...
I never came back to the same base... The base also changes.
May be, I just peaked the longest of those stretches...
Struggling the drive back...
Will take some time... ... ...