She said “Goodnight” to the Moon as it was about to set on the horizon. His face lit up; no one had wished goodnight to the moon. Everyone wished him to stay longer for their own selfish reasons, but no one bid adieu to him as he set himself to slide in his bed.
The next night moon rose early, he was excited because of last morning’s encounter. The entire night he meandered around the window that wished him dearly. It was time for Sun to start the shift and still there was no movement in that window and no sweet voice wished him good night. With heavy heart and teary eyes he slid in his bunk bed. That morning he could not sleep properly. Nights went by and he got used to the dry business of orbiting the Earth again, when one day, something caught his eye. The window now had a pretty face staring straight at him. A brief smile appeared on his face before he spotted teardrops rolling down the pretty face. He fumbled, in two minds whether to carry on with the bed business or stay a bit longer to console the pretty face.
Going to bed early in the morning was his ritual, his habit. His mother always used to tell him “early to bed, early to rise makes one healthy, wealthy and wise”. Leaving the pretty face behind, he took steps towards his home. He climbed into his bed but again, he could not sleep. The pretty face appeared in front of his eyes, even when closed. “Why was the pretty face crying?”, this question made him restless. But soon enough he dozed off.
The next night too he decided to come early. This was actually not good, coming early than the time specified by the God. If God comes to know about this, he would certainly be angry, but what could he do? The thought of teardrops on the cheeks of pretty face made him uneasy. The Sun was still shining on the distant horizon. But after spitting fire all day round he was looking tired. He looked pale, and that was something new for the Moon. Up until now he never came to know how the Sun looks at the end of his shift, but today he witnessed it and kind of felt bad for him. The Sun weakly smiled seeing the Moon early in the sky. The cool waves coming from the Moon soothed him a bit.
After the Sun went home at the end of the day, Moon slowly shone brightly. He generally would look around and walk slowly from one end of the earth to another, but today he was specifically trying to find something.
The pretty face of a small girl. Yes, he was searching the pretty face of a small girl. By now he would have passed by that area but today he was not moving ahead, as if his feet had become so heavy that he was not able to walk. He must not stop, that was the order from the God. The God had ordered him and the Sun not to stop anywhere and keep moving continuously. Everyday they were ordered to cover half of the Earth. And there was no escape. If any of them could not cover the distance, they would be punished.
But Moon was not much worried about it. He thought if at all he had to, he would run with all the force and cover the distance anyway. He waited for the pretty face to appear in the window but it did not come for long time. It was summer in this part of Earth, so the nights would be smaller than days. He could not wait anymore and started running towards the other end of the Earth. He reached the other end somehow panting and puffing, but the thoughts of pretty face did not leave him. The irregular appearance of the pretty face made him think.
While in bed that morning he wondered, why is that the face appears in the window only sometimes and not always? Why was the pretty face crying? Today he did not even see light in that window, is everything right down there? While thinking about all this he fell asleep.
For next some days, he tried to locate the pretty face but to no avail. So he stopped searching for it and started going about his rituals indifferently. He again started following his time table and never saw the Sun since, neither while he came on shift nor while leaving for home. The thought of pretty face of course did not leave him, but he could hardly do anything about it.
One day while doing the round he suddenly spotted that pretty face again and a smile spread across his face. There were not any teardrops on the pretty face but it looked pale nonetheless. It was almost dawn, but he decided to stay back.
He stayed back. Slowly orange color started to spread all over the sky which up until now had only milky white and dark black color combination. The faint pinkish orange sky was now turning reddish and milky white color started to disappear. But he still stayed put at his place. The pretty face was staring back at him, as if it was trying to say something. The moon could see the pain in its eyes. He just smiled reassuringly at the pretty face. That brought smile on the pretty face too.
“Where were you yesterday? It was all very dark, inside my heart and outside in the sky too” asked the pretty face.
“It was my day off yesterday. After 29 days of bulging and reducing I get tired and hence a day off” replied the Moon.
With the joy of seeing and talking to the pretty face today he started walking, rather jumping, towards the other end.
The puzzle that was bugging him since some days suddenly lay solved in front of him. He realized that when sad, when there is no one share the feelings with, people often sit by their windows. They stare out and find someone to share their sadness with. The Moon realized that often that ”someone” is him. Today when the pretty face smiled back at him, he realized that he has something which soothes others. May be that’s his milky white light or his ever smiling face. Or may be the cool and calm vibes he spreads around that makes people feel serene.
“Yes, I have got some aim now. Something that makes me happy”, he thought while jump-orbiting the Earth. He started staying back late in the morning and come early while it’s dusk. He wanted to spread as much serenity and share as much happiness as he could.
May be that’s the reason why we see moon up until late in the day and quite early in the evening too.
I am lost amidst the crowd,
So homogenous that no one notices,
Black in the night,
Golden in the morning,
And Incognito the whole day
>< >< ><
I feel like a pamphlet,
Lying on the roadside,
Waiting to get attention,
Trying to get the dust off,
Somehow holding the ink
>< >< ><
My availability, mistaken,
My attention, taken for granted,
My requirements, ignored,
My views, judged and
My absence, desired.
>< >< ><
I am that beat on the drum,
Which got subdued in bass,
That horn of a scooter,
Which drained in truck’s honk
Present but still absent.
>< >< ><