When the Sun started to set, it was phenomenal. I lurked behind the walls to hide myself from the overwhelming darkness. Suddenly I realized a warm light spreading in my little world. I wondered where it came from! There.. I couldn’t miss the lovely Moon shining from above.
The Moon was simply there.. and his mere presence brought back immense strength from deep within. He helped me see clearly even through the darkness. I picked up the broken pieces of my heart in the light and gathered myself.
Almost every night we would have nice talks about everything and nothing. He would let me soar up and up above the clouds and take me to explore the infinite sky. He would help me fly and never let me fall. I would shudder when his breath grazes my skin and when his warm hand cups my face. I almost melt in his warmth when he hugs me.
But then, he always leaves before dawn. And, when its time for him to leave, I would start missing him already… like hell, like he is taking away a piece of me with him!
Well, traveling and reading go hand in hand I guess. As usual, I laid back and started reading that day when I was on my trip. After a while, I started dozing in rhythm to the bus running down the road. Just when I thought I was almost asleep, the bus came to a sudden stop and I snapped out of my short sleep. I decided it’s not a good idea to open my kindle and continue reading my book.
Since I could not fall back to sleep, I kept staring out of the window of the bus into the darkness. The lights from the houses afar twinkled like stars in the sky. It was a feast to the eyes. When I was tired of watching the artificial lights, I looked up the sky and found the moon fully on. I totally forgot that it was a full moon day. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. I loved the way it was playing peek-a-boo through the clouds passing by. I kept looking at it drifting through a number of thoughts.
Everybody was asleep on the bus and I was the only person sitting upright and looking at the moon like some artist looking for inspiration. I wanted to capture this beautiful moment into a picture which was too much to aim for. But, I thought I better try it. I took out my phone and clicked the picture of the moon. When I looked at the picture, I realized there were few electric wires in the way and the moon was caught on that string. It looked like a ball tied to a string. I guess I’m still a kid at heart.
Finally, my eyelids grew heavy and I fell asleep. I’m sure you all could guess what I dreamt of that night… Yes, you guessed it right. My dream was all about the moon.