Moon...what all does it mean to different people? For fact its the earth's only, natural satellite, but then the moon is the source of light in the night, but then calendars are made and festivals are celebrated around different phases of moon and then there are poems written for the moon, and some find there lovers in the moon.
But there's no denying the beauty of the moon. Milky white, at times sparkling like the most precious stone ever, then there's the crescent moon and there are legends and myths around the crescent of the moon. There's red moon, supermoon, yellow moon, lately there was a blue moon too (some different types of once in a long time sightings). Moon, deriving its light from the sun, yet when it shines you cannot ignore it.
When the night is approaching and you see a crescent or during the cloudy nights when the moon is peeking from behind the clouds, or in the dark, chilly wintery nights when you see a glimmer in the sky isn't it pleasant!
Since I was a kid I had a special likeness towards the moon. It has always been mystical to me. While sleeping in the veranda of my nani's house under the moonlit sky, I used to just soak into the moonlight for hours and hours. We had our silent conversations, and my childish mind would find a smiling face in moon at times. It wouldn't be exaggerating when I say, that moon has been my companion since, forever. When I grew up a little, in my teenage years, I could relate all the love songs to the moon and romance meant just listening to those songs. There was heartbreak but then moon was my constant and there were other songs to relate to the moon.
When I moved to a new city, everything was a cultural shock. Being the guarded, Alice in wonderland that I was and still am, I just couldn't find anything relatable. It was a feeling of being lost, confused state and I just wanted to come back home. One night, I went to the terrace of my building, it was a quite night in Worli. The palm like trees were humming there sweet song. It was a night after a rainfall. Everything looked crystal clear and I could listen to the hustle bustle of the city and the quite waves of the sea at once. I sat and then looked up and there it was - The moon. My bestfriend. It smiled at me and I smiled back at it and suddenly all confusions, all fear, all worry of being at a new place were gone. The moon was the same, the wind blew the same and it felt like home.
Then there were days when it felt like there won't be another day, but then the night came and If I could see a glimmer of moon, I knew I can hold on.
At times, I could see my emotions in the moon. My sadness reflected, my happiness radiated, my anger retributed, my calm reciprocated through the moon.
And then on nights when there was lack of hope, I could imbibe it from the moon. The energy would transfer and I fly, I fly with the moon, towards the moon. You could call me a selenophile, but I think that word doesn't do justice to my bond with the moon.
Its always been a mirror to me. My me, myself and I is related to the moon.
Sometimes in the face of a lover, sometimes a friend, sometimes a secret-keeper, and sometimes just her being is suffice. Yeah, of course, moon is a girl for me. It's the part of me floating in the sky with the high and mighty.
So you know, whatever be, be it, if I could see the moon in face of any situation, I will know its going to be fine and there's going to be a beautiful tomorrow and today!
