A Journey With The Moon
By: Em Hoccane
Tags: Journey, Moon, Travel, Nature, Moonlight

A Journey With The Moon

A wonderful Companion

The characteristic of the sun is that it does not even allow the realization of the existence of anything in the sky except its own being. People resort to it for everything.

All the activities of the day are managed according to it. The plants need it for their growth, the children wait for the sun to rise to go to school and even the teacher has entered into a modern time he still after seeing that “Iqbal came late to the class” He still makes his remarks about it by saying “Look where the sun has reached and realized what time of the day it is that you are coming to the class.”

MOON

All this about the sun on one side and the moon is on the other side of the things, which gives light when everything is in darkness, it makes itself visible but does not allow the sense of the presence of companion stars to disappear, the moon itself does not intend to be everything it feels comfortable if the stars are showing themselves too.

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It even shows the way to the passers-by at night. This is the time when everyone leaves the moon alone and goes home. At that time, people close their windows so that they do not let the lonely moon peek inside their doors.

The loneliness of the moon is supported only by the vast sea, whenever a tide comes the sea rises many times in the air to meet it every fourteenth night of the lunar month, but returns disappointed again, or maybe the sea has realized that the real love is to stay away, keeping the desire to meet the one you love. Many times the sea shows the intent to meet the moon but it hasn’t been successful as yet.

My company with moon

Last night I was with them both the third companion, lost in my thoughts, sitting on the back seat by the window, amused by the faint sound of “Halka Halka Suroor hai” song in the background, I saw the moon through the window of my car which was probably waiting that my eyes would fall on it.

I was feeling a little sad and wasn’t so sure why I was feeling that way. In that case, I pondered, tried to understand, tried to free myself from the feeling of my presence, imagined myself in the company of the beautiful moon, trying to understand what it was saying,

It needed no sense of hearing but heart, its words were very clear, very simple, and full of meaning, he was complaining of his loneliness. He was angry at the resemblance of the people to himself, he was upset that the writers, poets, artists, instead of appreciating his hard work of showing the path to the lost ones at night, compared him to every unfaithful soul that possibly could be there.

Its trouble was necessarily logical, his complaint was justified, he was right. He had every right to be angry about things because he was doing his job and yet people compared him to the corrupt lots, corrupt in love, looks, and everything.

Our car was moving very fast but still, it was in the same place in the car window, it was my companion in every turn of the car’s wheel, sensing his pain so deep, I was careless and unaware of the feeling of everything else.

The depth of his never-ending pain was consuming me from inside, his sobs were suppressed yet so loud.

It was today that my own problems seemed very minor to me, I did not want to look away from the moon tonight rather sit there and listen to what more it had to say to me, but soon the clouds covered the moon with a blanket to hide the wounds of the moon. The meaningful conversation with the moon ended without anyone of us wanting it, I was disappointed, and the moon would’ve been disappointed too I bet. It needed someone to be by his side and I was more than happy to do it.

I think even the moon would have heard something like its expressions of surreal thoughts in my silence, well, maybe he would’ve seen something in my eyes too, maybe he was aware of the fact as I could feel him, I too was being consumed by something definite.

But after a very long time, I had found peace in the company of someone worthy for a while, the company of someone as deep as the depth of an ocean.

“After leaving me alone in the middle of this world have you ever seen how sad the incomplete moon looks.”