He’s always there (almost always). At the end of every day as dark of the night try to hide the world, he slips in and stay up ….standing guard till dawn breaks. Every poet looks up to him for inspiration. Beauties around the world often get jealous of him and night wears him as her most cherished jewel. On nights, when you can’t sleep he’s always there to keep you company, all you wish more is that moon could talk.

In the age of neon and almost uninterrupted power supply, the joy of a walk in moon-lit night is fast becoming a thing of past. But I have been lucky, for once those power cuts in dead of the night and those street lamps gone bad while I was growing up do give me a reason to be thankful, for they gave me a chance to experience the night as God wanted it to be, quiet and pure, dark but not blind and hidden but still seen. It’s tough these days to find a place where you could just be left alone with the dark of the night and light of the moon, nights these days are better lit than the days.

But for me, charm of the moon has not dwindled a bit. Right now, from my bed as I glance out of window up in the sky - the pure white moon against a pitch black sky presents me such a fascinating view. Sometimes it becomes difficult to decide that did God create night first and then created moon to make night look prettier or did He create moon first and then as an afterthought made night so that humanity could see the moon everyday (almost).