An 8 o'clock Walk

An 8 o'clock Walk

After hours of law and chemistry, passages and d and f block elements, a serene walk was a darting balm!! 

A walk at 8 amongst the chill of frost, looking at the christmas cross, and embracing all the warmth in the cold breezy night was the best feeling in a day that went pretty bad!

As I walked down that familiar road, the moon and a single star, probably a planet, Jupiter or something, were the only things that were alight in the night sky and that caught my attention, got me thinking maybe, there could be a number of stars or one alone, but the moon is what that shines brightest. 

And as I continued homeward, walking through stenches of toxic rivers, peppy smells of tobacco smoke, steamy aromas of roadside tea, sea-side fragnances of fish-sellers and the sweet smell of spice-vendors and the normal things associated with this road, I noticed a billion more stars. Slowly exposing themselves explicitly. There I spotted a random star and there the three star trio of Orion. And slowly, there came to be starlight along with moonlight, silenced by the artificial lights of mankind and his dark desires.

And yet, the moon seemed to be shouting through all this artificiality, shouting to reach my eyes through the lattice of trees, now made into silhouettes by moonlight and there and there came tiny dots of starlight! 

What made the moon more beautiful were these tiny dotty stars, that all pointed towards this one big bright circle. And there on the moon was a kid, probably ten years old, sitting with his back against the moon's perimeter, looking at me, and chuckling to himself. Maybe it was blush induced chuckle for me flattering the moon, or maybe it was because of my foolishness to even comment on the moon or comment on her ornamental pieces of twinkling beauty..

Either way, the late night walk, amidst cold wind and warmth of steaming tea and cigarette smoke, moonlight and starlight, served me as a panacea.