Dad, last evening on the phone, tells me he’s lying on the beach, feeling the sand, hearing the waves, looking at the night sky with all its stars and almost full moon and wispy clouds. “It is important to be able to just look at the night sky, see the stars and the moon, feel the dark every now and then,” he says to me. I make agreeing noises, and he goes on: “You need to be able to appreciate the natural creations around you. Even if you don’t believe in the Creator, you have to be able to wonder, be awed by these creations, whoever made them.” I make more agreeing noises and he concludes: “You children do not know what you miss, being so trapped in big city lights. It is just not the same. And this is what I shall sorely miss about Vizag once I leave here.” And I think to myself – it must help, knowing the sky is forever there, even if your closest loved ones are not. It must help pa, seeing as he always gets philosophical about the irony of knowing the number of days you’ve lived, but never knowing how many more to go. Thank you dear stars, for being there for him. And for us.