The moon had risen into the night sky in a full round after a fortnight. Yet, in another fortnight, it had disappeared.

Along with the moon, my hopes, desires, wishes and will, too had vanished. Tears were common with every sun set. The twinkling of stars, were, as if it is a reflection of a severely shattered moon on my tears.

Your world was different from mine. Your ways distinct from mine. Your hopes abruptly seemed alien. The days felt as if we were no more one.

Life, tried teaching me to accept the fact that I needed to carve my own path. You will not be there to hold my hand. You were to come only when success was mine.

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Lone and tired, life held no more meaning. The place was as if filled with little termites in the form of humans, who, lived the God-gifted precious lives mechanically. In fact, the termites seemed to be more joyful.

Away from loved ones, every excitement and hope that the mind ever experienced, disappeared completely. I struggled to trace my vanished path, in vain. Tears resisted to flow, fearing that every tear sprinkled out hopes, one by one. Smile, I did, scared that else I may cry. Yet, every time the moon was to rise, my eyes and heart could no more stand the solitude.

And then, I gifted the stars, their little twinkle back. Perhaps, a child somewhere may wipe his tears on the sight.

I closed my gloomy day, believing a darker day and another twinkling night awaited me.

Least did I know, that a beautiful sun was to surface tomorrow.

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Words held no meaning as we spoke. It was the presence that made the moments special.

The cemented blocks, though unnatural, suddenly seemed to be God’s creation; created so that we could meet, gaze at each other, utter meaningless words and feel the soothing calmness each other’s presence spread. Through the words thus spoken, the heart had its own little, yet deeply beautiful chat.

Life, at last was filled with all beautiful colors. Generously spreading bliss throughout.

The wooden bench situated at the corner, was as if it had been waiting for us. Waiting for our loving time together. Your words filled me with joy, not because of what you spoke, but because from then, your voice ran through my veins.

I slowly understood, that my notions were truly false. You were not to hold my hand towards success. You were to carry me there in your loving arms throughout.

Your sight gave me back every hope that I had lost. Life, now I knew, was to go the way I chose. Destiny, at last had given me every right.


“The bright moon was full once again. And every fortnight, it came down on earth in your form.”