I walked with a friend on a silent summer night. Through a gap in the concrete trees, we chanced to see the full moon, its cool, simple wisdom shining like a dervish's eye. "How lovely she is," said I, filled with a deep and beautiful peace. "I like how the clouds float in front of her," my friend said, and continued to speak of life's tribulations. And my heart wept quietly.
Nice, Bhaskar...good to see you're still writing. This one was cleverly written, I miss reading your work.
