Continuing with my series of observing “of- the- wall” activities that you and I do, today I finally felt like talking about something that’s the closest to my heart. As eccentric as it may sound, this one is my addiction. Umm I won’t exactly call it an addiction, but yeah it’s definitely something that can make me forget the world around me. As the Sun sets, an in the midst of the dusky skylight I look for him to show me some light. The ultimate image of serenity, the symbol of purity, better than any best friend he is to me. Since I was a teenager, the creation that fascinated me the most was the moon. Reason? I don’t know may be coz it was the biggest star an nanny used to tell me stories of fairies and the stars, or may be coz I had no one to share the deepest desires of my heart. My god’s creation then went on to become m listener, my friend, my guide. When I was a kid, I Started believing the moon to be my god in disguise. I trusted him; I knew he’d be there. Every night before going to bed, I sit beside my window talking to my friend, every little feeling that I have (which I think I’d never be able to share it with anyone) an guess what it responds back, it smiles back to me, it understands when am lonely. Ritght from being a friend when I was a kid, my moon has become more than a friend to me. In it I see all the people I love, (especially the ones whom I love the most, but they never loved me back) . I know its not easy to digest, I have faced some weird reactions/ an comments ( “dude.! She’s lost it.!” is my favorite) :P. But am left with even more trust, to have power with me. In times of happiness, and in times of pain he has always there with me. I’ve never been the one who would easily share her feelings with anyone, an probably since I’ve been like that since the time I was a teenager I believe it’s become a habit. A habit that enjoy. At this point of time I can think of the lyrics of the song “talking to the moon” by Bruno Mars. Which indeed describes what you feel when you talk to the moon. Here it goes….
At night when the stars, light up my room. . .
I sit by myself,
Talking to the Moon. . .
Try to get to you. . .
In hopes you're on
the other side,
Talking to me too,
Or am I a fool
who sits alone,

Talking to the moon. . .
In hopes you're on
the other side
talking to me too
or am I a fool
who sits alone
Talking to the moon

I know you're somewhere out there
Somewhere far away
These lines speak for themselves, the best way I could ever explain this to anyone. My moon knows it, and now even you do. Nature’s most beautiful creation is with me an the very feel of being with it makes me feel special like no one can.!