It’s
not just another day she’d say. She saw the world through Alfred Noyes eyes –
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas; yes, she has
experienced the moon from the hills, by the sea, travelling in a train, from
her terrace but never has the moon caught her attention by the dusty roads of
Chennai city, with the honk honk of the vehicles, the glaring lights, and the
unbearable heat caused by the pollution. She stopped today, setting aside the
agony of the day. To pause and live.
She
shone in a crimson red pleading to the people beneath to look at her. The young
lady draped in blue wanted to listen to her. This is no Grand ma tale, nor is
it the search for a long lost soul-mate. It was, the rythemetic impressions of
two souls in solitude, on one another.
Shut
was the noises around. Dark went the world. There blew the Gusty wind. Immaterial became
the material happiness. The hearts locked, both felt eternity in their beings. The
thunderous clouds approaching them threw a lightening breaking their bond.
Eyes
set on the road she tried to look past the semblance. As the wave of moonlight
guided her, she rode ahead never looking back.
She
imbibed into her that all that we need to believe is that we are steering the ship
of our own lives. And the best way to do it is to seek and enjoy solitude.
The
moon still shines.
