It's another night and I am staring at the moon relishing that it is far away yet so close to me!
I have always been a "look at the moon" kind of person. The moon feels like home. It has taught me that when you are given the darkness, you'll be gifted with stars too.
Back then when I was a kid, the shine and charm of the moon always mesmerized me and I used to think that nothing in this universe can be as glorious as the white piece hanging in the night sky. On some nights when I would get scared of the gloom and won't sleep, my dad would tell me that the brightest star twinkling outside my window was my grandfather and that he would always take care of me when I was asleep but then I countered him that the stars go out of sight after some time but the moon stays all night long so my grandpa would be that moon for me. I used to believe that the moon tells me stories by making vivid patterns of those stars in the night sky and on some days send a shooting star to grant me a wish. The moon became my absolute favorite. My grandmother would tell me tales about the moon and how it was deemed as the god of beauty and elegance. I would see my mom performing rituals for it and be amused every single time. I was convinced that the moon was a good soul since it played several roles and was loved by all. I began adoring it more and more every single day. As I grew up and started comprehending the science of existence, I discovered that the only thing I thought was constant in my life doesn't have a light of its own and changes it's phasing every time. I was disheartened to find out that all those emotional connections were mere imaginations of my innocent heart and none of them held true. Suddenly 'my moon' then became just 'the moon' for me. As years passed, I got well versed with the harsh reality and the unpredictable life. On one such night when my heart ached and soul cried, I looked out of the window and glanced at the moon, there was a serene smile brightening my countenance. That's when I realized that it hurts less when I look at the moon. That night the moon sang lullabies for me to make me fall asleep. Since then the moon knows all my secrets. It sees me cry over the pain people give on some days and rant about things on the others. Every night when I start missing my loved ones who are miles apart, it whispers in my ears about their well being. It also watches me write poems under those stars. In the further journey of life, I want to walk with my soulmate in the moonlight talking about love. I want to write poems about the moon and my love for it. Everything can change, but my affection for the moon won't. Even though all that I believe about the moon are sheer myths and fantasies of my heart but it does not matter to me because that's what makes me happy. The moon will always be my grandpa for me, it will keep singing a lullaby for me on my bad days when I won't be able to sleep, it will give me strength on days when I would give up myself. The one who loves the moon still loves it when it isn't there in the sky, I wish to be that moon for someone. Looking at the moon soothes my soul. I am a MOONCHILD by soul, I am a MOONCHILD by zodiac.
TRANSLATION: How beautiful it is I speak to you in your silence and you shine on my darkest nights. ~ Vedika ❤
PS: Posting this again due to all the glitches we were dealing with yesterday. Thank you everyone who read this and also for those precious comments :)