Crescents of Moon
We were walking down our usual lane after dinner, when one of my friends looked up and exclaimed,'The moon looks good tonight,sahi hai boss!'. I looked up, and indeed it was very beautiful. I smiled as those memories flowed past my mind. Images like these have the power to stir up memories and I am certainly not in shortage of sweet memories :)
28th Dec,2006
We were on the terrace of the Birla Temple, and the atmosphere was exhilarating. All of us seemed to be cleansed of all the eerie-weerie things we had inside us...and were consumed in what I call 'blissful silence'.
Then that conversation had followed. Right from the bottom of her heart, I knew. The three of us now stood in awkward silence.I was happy for her.She looked blessed, while he remained Mr. Calm, as always. My dada. The only person I cared for in my class, then.
Taking up my role as the mediator, I looked up, and said,'Isn't that waxing crescent?'
They both looked up. By her expression, I could guess she had no idea what it meant.We exchanged glances.
He nodded..
'Hmm'...
He donned his intellectual avatar, and continued,
'But didi, I guess that's the waning crescent'.
And we,like two great astronomers of the century, tried to view the moon in all possible ways. (stupid, I know)
I bit my lips and nodded in reply,
'Hmm...'
Silence.
She was looking at the two of us. Then she looked up.
'By the way, I don't know the difference between waxing and waning cresecents', I heard him say.
I gave him the 'poor-you' look, and replied,somewhat sheepishly,
'Neither do I'
And we laughed. And things were good again
I still don't know the difference between waxing and waning. Not that I care :)
Some things are best left unsaid, unknown.
The hyderabad camp was one of the best things ever happened in my life. And I cherish every moment of it.
28th Dec,2006
We were on the terrace of the Birla Temple, and the atmosphere was exhilarating. All of us seemed to be cleansed of all the eerie-weerie things we had inside us...and were consumed in what I call 'blissful silence'.
Then that conversation had followed. Right from the bottom of her heart, I knew. The three of us now stood in awkward silence.I was happy for her.She looked blessed, while he remained Mr. Calm, as always. My dada. The only person I cared for in my class, then.
Taking up my role as the mediator, I looked up, and said,'Isn't that waxing crescent?'
They both looked up. By her expression, I could guess she had no idea what it meant.We exchanged glances.
He nodded..
'Hmm'...
He donned his intellectual avatar, and continued,
'But didi, I guess that's the waning crescent'.
And we,like two great astronomers of the century, tried to view the moon in all possible ways. (stupid, I know)
I bit my lips and nodded in reply,
'Hmm...'
Silence.
She was looking at the two of us. Then she looked up.
'By the way, I don't know the difference between waxing and waning cresecents', I heard him say.
I gave him the 'poor-you' look, and replied,somewhat sheepishly,
'Neither do I'
And we laughed. And things were good again
I still don't know the difference between waxing and waning. Not that I care :)
Some things are best left unsaid, unknown.
The hyderabad camp was one of the best things ever happened in my life. And I cherish every moment of it.
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