The plane was flying in the sky with loads of fluffy clouds below it. When during Monsoon we fly over or near Arabian Sea, these clouds look like bales of white cotton thrown one above the other. But that evening I was not flying near sea. My plane was over the planes and the clouds were drifting like small boats, sometimes very thin and at times peaking out like hills with rounded peaks.
Suddenly some of these peaks became orange pink. A lovely aura but borrowed one. A reflected glory of the sun not an inward, indigenous glory. Do we live most of the times in reflected glory? How do we create our own aura?