CONTEMPLATION

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Yet another day ended with a series of events rather unimportant to discuss or notice. The boring routine of tasks always drove out my enthusiasm and kind of drained out all my energy.

I pulled a chair into the balcony to sit for a while before I returned to bed to end my day.

It was a cool night with the soft wind playing hide and seek with my tresses. It was going to be midnight soon and very few people were on the road as the next day was a working one.

I felt good, quite refreshing to absorb the silence left out by the absence of the random vehicles and was liking the mild fragrance, which had travelled from somewhere far off as I didn’t had any flowers or plants in my house.

Strangely the essence of the perfume does activate our senses and soothes them.

I loved being there in the open air, watching the stars and the peeping moon. Had I been a lover, I would have written verses of love seeing this luminescence. Or if I had been a scientist I would have loved going into the deep analogies and surface of the moon through books.

A working man never tends to observe such glimpses of beauty around him, for he is always preoccupied with stress and pressures of work.

A kid really would have enjoyed the scene singing few nursery rhymes about the moon.

On the other hand, an astrologer might have calculated the angle and position of the moon on the horoscopes’ chart ignoring the pious beauty which shone there high above.

Silently the silvery streak had vanished behind the clouds, waking me up from my thoughts.

Businessmen and industrialists hardly get time to notice such things which they consider to be natural and trivial.

Women are usually much busier during the nights when their kids and hubbies are at home, paying attention to their needs and some wrapping up the day after a long tedious time.

Few stuck to the television watching their favorite shows and enjoy the casting excitement.

Who then actually notices and sees the radiant beauty of the moon when it shines sparklingly in the depths of night? Who finds it to be a source of inspiration for love and life?

Who realizes the worth and the grace of watching it slowly dancing amidst the stars?

Had it been the last day of the moon in our skies and in this universe, will it matter to anyone to spare a few minutes for the gracious view?

Or had it been the last night of your life, do you feel you would have thought  about the  missed moments and would have liked  to capture the remaining moments in the vision of your heart?