ME, MOON AND YOUR THOUGHTS

‌It was a quite night, the clouds thinned and the moon shone through. I leaned against the window, looking at the bright moon. With my mind full of thoughts of love, I plucked the strings of the veena, producing a complex fascinating melody of your favourite Raga. The soothing sound was lingering in the air, etheral and magical, like any heavenly music. My lips took the shape of the cresent above as I thought, “Music, the connector between us, can only save me from this overwhelming lovesickness”.

Still, I member you have told me that the moon in the clear night sky is stunning. Therefore, every sleepless night, I stand by the window looking at the sky. Am I sharing the same moon with you?