A flickering light flashed on her face and a gentle breeze
blew her hair. And for the first time in many years she opened her eyes without
compulsion. She witnessed something beautiful through the broken glass of the
window. She dragged herself to the window and was awestruck at the beauty of
the silver coloured grass. She felt like the moon had bathed the entire world
in its colour. Little did she know then that the entire world meant just her
world. She had never felt something this beautiful on her face before. For
years she had been subjected to various kind of lights that wretched her but
for the first time this silver light had a peculiar aura. She wanted to absorb more of it. She searched
for the source behind this powerful brightness. And high above the moon played
hide and seek with her. It kept hiding in between the branches of the tree. She
tried hard to see it but could only catch a glimpse of it. For the first time
in many years she was this curious, this restless. Hours passed and the moon
kept running away to a direction that her eyes could not follow. And the broken
glass just became a broken glass yet again in sometime. The ray of light and
hope vanished. She forced herself back to bed with a broken heart.
When the sun peeped into her room she got up with excitement
that the golden light would soon be
replaced by the silver light. She waited anxiously for the the day to end. The
sun bade farewell but the newly found love of her life never turned up to meet
her. The sky was beset with clouds and forbade the meeting. Disappointed and
broken she kept looking at the dark clouds. Sometimes begging them to move and
sometimes cursing them. And she was back to her lonely painful dark life. Another day passed , and the silver
light crept inside through the broken glass. Her joy knew no bounds. She smiled
like never before. She stared without winking at the precious white ball on the
sky. She did not count the hours she had spent simply looking at it. She was in
love, the kind of love she never had known to have existed. She was intoxicated
with love. And the lustrous moon played its part, it shone even brighter. There
was something magical about the moon. She could not keep her eyes away from it
even for a second. She was scared what if it vanished again she would have to
wait for another one day and what if she did not live to see it again. She did
not want to die, not now, not anymore. She wanted to live to feel and touch her
newly found love.
The days passed and the bitter pills,cruel needles did not
bother her anymore. She was ready to tolerate everything just to live for one
more night. The sun had become a villain in her story.The few hours in the night that she spent with her long
distance love were the only part of the whole day that she lived, she smiled and she
looked forward to. She hated those nights when she would eagerly wait for her
love and it would never turn up. But she was determined to live for another day
just to express her unspoken love. She was indulged in her unbelievable world
of love on a full moon night. She let the
silver light bathe her face. She never felt more beautiful. She did not budge a bit from her state of
intoxication till her body gave up. By the time she opened her eyes the love of
her life had vanished. She was shattered. Little did she know that just like
she was beholden to her pills the moon was beholden to the sun. She closed her
eyes. She could not see the moon shining again.
Every full moon night when the moon shines brightly on the
graveyard, someone cries out loud from a coffin in the far corner of the yard. She
cries out for the love she could not ever touch, for a love she would never
touch. Few miles away a grandma tells her little grandchildren “go to bed the
werewolf howls again.”
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