The star stands a short distance from the moon, moving his little shoes timidly. The moon is a perfect 'D', looking the other way, nose up in the sky. It seems the star, small and twinkly, is having a tough time conveying the infiniteness that resides within him to the one he cares for. Though the spaces between them are but a few trivial lightyears, he feels it to be across the universe. Such is the experience I guess, when one consciousness seeks union with another, which in turn would rather read up on the weather at Neptune.
And though the little star knows that he doesn't quite comprehend the chasms that potentially lie ahead, it seems he believes in the assumption that the journey would be worth its while; worth enough to marginalize such stumblings.
Having read this tale on the sky, every single song my phone throws at me now seems to be part of a ballad he is singing to her, in his all consuming search for his 'ardhaangani'.
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Sigh... The wonders!
1 comment:
looks like the night had a lot to say to you while we were all asleep...m sure such conversations would but keep one awake..great work !!
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