The white-blue umbrella

I sat below the white- blue umbrella; looking tastefully at the life under it. I discover a star when I look above. I keep staring at it in hope that it is doing the same. Suddenly I see the umbrella moving or is it me. No it can’t be me. I have not moved from my place for a long time now. The star twinkles and I realise it can see me. We exchange pleasantries and then it is time for it to move on. I keep looking at the white-blue umbrella in vague hope that I will discover another friend.

Such is life, if you don’t move from your place people will come and go. What will remain is faint memories or sometimes vivid. But one thing that will always remain is the white-blue umbrella. It will not move; if you move it moves with you; if you raise your head, it will open arms for you; if you love, it will bestow love upon you; if you cry it will shower affection on you; if you laugh it will whirl around you; if you move it will move along; if you dream, it will chase along with you; if you don’t move it will stay along with you.

If you move, it will move along with you; if you don’t move it will stay along with you. And while I was lost in thoughts, it looked upon me. And while I sat there, it sat along with me.