Whispers to the Clouds

Back in 2002, during my hostel days, I used to travel by local train. There wasn’t a Roman Catholic church nearby — Panvel had none, and Sanpada was a little too far. So instead of a church, I found a sanctuary in the sky.

I began talking to the clouds.

It's not just a formal prayers, but quiet conversations — sharing my joys, my sorrows, my everyday moments. Just like speaking to a close friend. It became my sacred habit. I felt like Jesus was right there, so near and so real. Just beyond the clouds, yet close enough to hear me. 

Those moments stayed with me for years, especially during my time in Panvel. Even now, whenever I see the clouds, I smile — because I know, I’m never really alone.

Now also, every time I look up, I find myself talking to the Divine Power beyond the clouds. And sometimes, I turn to Venus and say, 'Hey! Bold and Beautiful, you know what?' — as if sharing a secret with a dear friend. Even in silence, I know He listens.

The one who writes in the quiet, marked with the signet of the King.

Let me be the pen. Lord, you be the writer!  

Mercy