I was admiring the moon tonight you know. I was amazed at its beauty, it’s brightness. Oh! How beautiful it looked even with all those spots and crevices! How wonderful it looked even with a cumulonimbus of clouds surrounding it. I found that soufflé so charming. It intrigued me dumb. I managed to murmur a low “Hie” at the end.
The moon, full aware of its charming instincts smiled back at me with such poised equilibrium.
It said , “I am overlooking him.”
“How is he feeling?” I asked.
“He is also staring at me. Probably he is also thinking the same thing as you. And he looks just as wonderful and overwhelmed as you. Would you like to see?”
With me nodding in yes, it delineated you defining every detail and illuminated your face with shining stars on its surface. Happiness filled me, irradiating my entire being, as if the storm inside me suddenly stopped churning my insides. I could see you sitting with your men circling the bonfire sipping on old monk. I could tell the deep seated pain hiding behind those smiling eyes. The pain, I know, resides in each one of the uniformed individual.
And in that moonlit night, I sent my love on the wind. I wonder would they reach you, crossing the mountains and landslides and snow storms? And even if they do, would you recognise the smell of our love?
The moon whispered something to the wind and it blew. When it returned after some time – they carried your smell with them and wrapped around me as if I was wearing your shirt.
I was done for the day. What technology couldn’t do, the wind did. Where technology failed, the moon made it possible.
And I whispered, “I miss you. Come soon.“
Last modified: August 12, 2020
