The Universe Little are his eyes but can see the whole cosmos...
By: Nagavamsi Neelam
Tags: Universe, Fiction, Life, Emotions, Storytelling

The Universe

Little are his eyes but can see the whole cosmos...



A Little boy was gazing at sky full of shining stars in the dark night. The mystery of those celestial bodies enchanted his heart. It seemed to him as they are calling him to stay with them in the sky. Looking at them he wondered what they are! Why they are glittering? Why they are so beautiful? What made them hang there without anything to hang on? Who made them? Questions triggered in his mind and he wanted to find answers to them.



From small insects to giant animals everything was a wonder to him. He began to observe keenly everything around him. He always liked to be out of doors. The innumerable colors and varieties of living things wondered him. Going to nearby forest in the village and collecting butterflies, dragonflies, honeybees, cats, mouses, birds and various living things became his pass time. His curiosity to know their internal structures made him to cut some of them when they are dead.



In the process of growing up he came across wonderland called library in his nearby town. There he read a lot of books on stars, space, earth, animal life, plant life, oceans and mountains. In life he neglected everything but his quest of understanding cosmos. He didn’t give any minute attention to practical things of life. He lived aloof from all human emotions. His eccentric behavior made every one of his family and relations give up on him. Observing their desperation towards him he moved to an abandoned house in the village. There he spent majority of his life understanding the universe and its immensity. He became completely immersed in his quest for knowledge.

The little boy who used to stare at the stars became a grand old man. One day looking at the starry sky he began to reflect on his life. He began recollect all memories of his past from the beginning of his journey to find out about the universe to the present day. He gathered a lot of knowledge about a lot of things but still there are millions of questions to be answered and vast regions of cosmos unexplored. He understood no human mind can tangle the riddle of universe. His heart was heavy with this realization of his triviality in front of vast cosmos. It seemed to him all his life was frittered away in the pursuit of an impossible dream. In midst of night sleep closed his eyes but tears jarred down his cheeks.

In the morning the sounds of birds woke him up. After finishing his little works he started walking towards library. The thoughts of the previous night are still hunting him, by walking a short distance he felt he can no longer walk. So he moved himself near a bench in the park and sat there closing his eyes. After few minutes when he opened the eyes he saw children playing happily, running wildly and laughing with their whole hearts. Why they are so happy? Without knowing a thing about this world how can they be so peaceful? These questions need not decades for him to get answers. He understood that enjoying life moment to moment with childlike innocence is a great act than the effort of understanding it.

At that grand old age he began his life afresh, Started enjoying every bit of his existence. Love for all things bloomed within him. He went to the village often and listened to the grievances of people. He did everything he can to reduce pain their lives. Everyone in the village felt the greatness of his soul and began to adore him for his wisdom and love. At nights he told the children the stories of stars, mountains, oceans and the varieties of life on earth. Children loved him for his stories and they too felt how great the old man is and how many treasures are hidden in his mind.

For the old man life has changed. The old gloomy days were gone. He now found a purpose for his life. The happiness he can bring into the lives of elders and children through his wisdom and knowledge mad e him a different man. He found out that what a man knows is not as important as what he does with what he knows.