Cosmic smilings in the sky!

It was a silent, innocent walk back from WH. My existence was enhanced by 'Ma Reva' playing in my ears. Each step felt no different than it usually does. I was only as drunk/high/happy/sad/alive as I normally am.

And then, as fate would have it, I looked upward. Fortunate not to be hit by any of the bird-love that graces our campus at the twilight hours, I caught a glance of the moon pictured above. At first, it was reminiscent of N, who had described a similar sighting as an endearing smile, long long back (or so it seems at least).

As I continued, a host of everyday objects crossed my line of sight with the smiling moon. The dark tree branches, the orangely hued electric wires, the buildings in the backdrop. And all of a sudden, the smile hit me again. This time though, it forced me to pry beyond the visible. In my attempts to derive some sense from the confusion, it occurred to me that the smile was not that 'of' the moon. Rather, the moon was the smile. But then who was smiling. For want of an adequate term, I called it the cosmos then, smiling down at us, watching through the many shades it wove around our childishly-amazed-mouths-gaped selves. The trees, the lines, the birds, the crap, quite simply our very existences, seemed no more than embellishments on that immaculate face that smiled upon me then.

I had never seen a cuter sight. The clear sky, in all its late evening darkness, with the odd features etched here and there, smiling as one, whole being, in that daintily shaped form, shining bright into the night; a night ever living, ever present, all encompassing, yet paying its respects to the one crescent that shone in its midst; the crescent, that changed shape every day, but tonight was sculpted to perfection, to find its place in a scene so much bigger than itself; a perfect creation indeed, adding life to an existence that could so easily slip into meaningless oblivion; a creation perhaps unaware of how much it has meant to humankind since the dawn of time, perhaps not! The face that smiled... was that of an unnamed and invisible entity, to be described (inevitably inadequately!) in the next post; for now, suffice to say that it was just beautiful, and very, very much at that.

Smile on, you wonderfully, immaculately, gloriously crazy diamond!
Kandisa!

Sigh... So much love!