From the Sun, with love...

Captured after a particularly grueling session of tutorials, this just made my day (night?).
Sitting in front of Mohanda's closed shop, staring at the spectacle captured in a moment of gleeful exuberance by my unassuming camera, wonderfully reminiscent of this, I couldn't help but let out that beautiful tear. Times such as these indeed are special.

Coming to what I read in this little scene.
The moon has been picked out of the void that had enveloped it since its birth. Its been shaken up, and in it has been breathed life; a life which it has just tasted for the first time ever. Imagine, that which has inspired a myriad poets and ballad-eers down on mortal earth, now finds itself looking upon us, with a sense of unprecedented belonging.

ANYHOW, inching ever closer to that which is the crux of this post.
So who in his right mind (or not) would have the audacity to do this with THE moon. The obvious answer is the Sun. Having done what it just has, what we have in front of us is a celestial flower, with the most graceful of stems, leading up to that halo-angelic body.

The Sun has found its match.
It has plucked up all the courage its fusing atoms could muster, and the moon along with it.
Flower in hand, it approaches the dame that has captured its imagination. It could be this, this or any one of those countless 'little' twinklers that adorn the sky and beyond.

To find out who, sleep tight, and maybe all will be revealed.

Cheers duniya (and you too Sunny boy! :)