Summer is on.it reminds me of ma schooldays. Back then,we used to sleep outside, in the lawn in front of our house. The cool breeze under the Neem tree was comforting after a hot sunny day. Under the starry sky and sometimes under the moonlight, my papa used to tell me and my brother many interesting, adventurous stories. It felt so peaceful that we wouldn't know when we fell asleep. but the next morning as sun rises we would push our cot towards the shade.lazy bones.but the sunlight used to chase us until we gave up all the laziness.if sun couldn't do the work mom acted as a substitute to it with a glass of water to pour over us.
That was the first time when I fell in love with the moon and stars.numerous stars in the sky. The vastness of the sky is such that it has so much space to accommodate every star. Whenever I look at the sky I some how figure two bright stars shining much brighter then others. It feels like tying a rope to those two stars and swing in the sky.collecting as many stars as i can in each swing and bringing them back with me.What i enjoy the most,is creating so many shapes by joining them.I could teach numbers to my little cousin. I am excited by every aspect of the moonlight.Its same as the amazement you get from watching a little baby, everything he does seems beautiful. Sometimes the moon plays hide and seek with me disappearing among the clouds and some other times it doesn't at all show itself to me. One day a silver rainbow and the other day it invites me to bounce and throw it in a basket. Some say they see a bunny, some others say an old women sitting and waiting for entry into heaven, yet others see their lovers face in the moon. It shows us what ever we wish to see in our deepest heart. It runs along with me. It chases me where ever I run.It stops as I stop.
It is always there when we celebrate the birthday of a dear friend at midnight.the starry sky the reflections of moon in lake,green grass and cold breeze are just enough to get you out of all the tensions of life. naughty moon brightens itself and flaunts its freedom through the window sill as,miserable summi, prepares for the next day’s exam late at night. And when i sleep the moon and stars dims themselves not to disturb me wishing me good night.
