Watching the Moon walking with me through the thickets and clearings; Along the clatter of the fast moving train one understands her benevolence much against her nonchalant bemuse.
The patches of clouds seem to eat her alive and only one has to see closely that she brings out the rainbow of grays.
The palms and neems and tamarind try to close her with their hands only to realise she brings out the resplendent beauty of the night trees.
The lightning seem to out shine her and shows the tempest with loud thunder only when the moment passes do you realise the calm beauty of the soothing moonshine.
The very earth rises up as mountains to cover her up.
Only to see the light seething through the rocks against a grand moon rock.
The flickering lights from the kitchen seem to mar the beams and yet she shines through the window to show the beauty of the lady cooking.
The fast moving train seems to outrun the moon and yet there she is in the station next. And so my friend, what seems and what is are two different things. Be the Moon that shines and adds beauty however ugly the life journey is.
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