For someone who sleeps like she is dead to the world, waking
up at 230am is extremely unusual. Last night, when I turned in my sleep, I was
awakened, as if by an invisible force, to witness the most spectacular sight. My
room was bathed in the golden hue of the almost full moon. It was brighter than
never before and I was delighted to be in the centre of its radiant beam. Right
above it was a star, the moon’s knight in shining armour, perhaps. They tore
apart the dark cloudless sky, with their soft,warm glow, heralding the
festival of love. I sprung out of bed and stepped into the balcony to soak in every minute of
this midnight splendor. It suddenly dawned on me that I hadn’t seen stars in a
long while ( no pun intended!) let alone star gazed. As I sat on the balcony
window the silence was soothing, goosebumpy and the fading winter cold invigorating. Forty minutes
later, a light haze masked this Valentine couple. The strained howl of the
neighbourhood pariah dogs jarred the silence of the night. I’m excited about
re living this experience tonight and join the dalliance of the magnificent moon
and the shimmering star.
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