The moon was looking beautiful like never before. It was big and round and brightly lit. Its milky whiteness pouring down from the sky like the slow and gentle flow of a river stream, covering the earth in a pale thin cover of milkiness that made everything feel dreamy. Everything magical.
A calm sea below on the earth, glowed under the cool moonlight, it’s surface shimmering under the moonlight like the face of a young girl behind a thin veil. It was a magical time. The time of sparkling stars against the black sky. And it was also the time when the moon hung so low in that night sky that one could almost feel its breath on him, count the spots on its face, and can see its numerous indentations clearly -those dark deep pockets on its otherwise pristine white surface.
A moment or two passed in such eternal calmness.
Then there was a sudden puff of wind that swept across the surface of the sea which made it shiver, the way a girl’s body trembles with the touch of her lover’s body’s fingers on her body. And when the sea surface started trembling, its surface rising slightly at thousands of places, like goosebumps rising on a woman’s body, and then its surface lit up under the bright moonlight, reflecting and scattering it, and in that moment the surface of the sea shimmered so brilliantly, so beautifully that even the star-lit sky felt jealous of the effect of the moon on the sea.
Basking in the glory of such love, and being admired for being the object of moon’s attention, the heart of sea was filled with passion and longing of a young girl. The infinite depths of the sea throbbed in love, its surface in carnal desires, and with an intense longing to touch that moon that made it beautiful tonight, it started to rise in the fever of love.
Then, in the confidence so commonly observed in young love, the sea started vacillating in wild passion, slowly at first, its surface turning into a slight shivering, then into small waves that betrayed its bold desires, and finally into a full blown wave, turning and tumbling, trying to reach higher and higher at every turn, to touch that moon that gave it hope and love, to become one with its object of desire.
And then in one last attempt it gave it all, everything it had -the love, the passion, and the desire, whatever it could garner and made an effort like never before to reach up there, to reach upto the sky, to touch the moon, to kiss it, to embrace it in love.
But just when it felt that it could reach it love, it realized that it found nothing, its hands catching nothing but empty air, and the sea waves fell flat back on the earth.
For the moon was only an illusion on that dreamy night. An idea of love that could only exist, like a child wish to fly, which can only happen dreams but never in reality. The sea realized it, finally, as its waves crashed on the shore like a man crashes on the bed after a day of hard work.
A long time had passed in such flirtation, and the moon was no more near as it was sometime back. Sea could feel the effect waning, the love waning, the pull dimming in the wake of approaching dawn. And like a sulking young boy, the sea calmed again as the night faded into the first glimpse of the morning sun. Its hope fading into the ebbing darkness of the night.
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Written for Indispire Edition 120: #Love Challenge