Moon

It was the eve of the full Moon and I was staring at the sky from my balcony few days back. My son was sleeping inside the room and my husband was talking to someone. Moon was very bright that night. It is a rainy season now and sky keep changing its colors frequently. Sometimes it is heavily loaded with clouds and after some rain, it is clean as if feeling light hearted after crying with a friend.

    But that night, sky was different. Clouds were looking like cousins of sand dunes : different in color and address but same in design. Moon was shining brightly through the clouds.

   I was thinking about my moon, my heart who was sleeping inside the room. These days it seems I am not thinking about him the way I was thinking for him when he was 2. He has become more independent and started having his own choices and preferences. It may sound strange but true. Now I keep thinking more about rather worried about improving his habits, behaviour etc. He has crossed 5. What we teach him now will become probably the core part of his personality I believe.

   Moon on that night could not be hidden by the clouds. It was shining through the clouds. Some sights are so strong as if getting embossed on the mind. Moon and clouds were creating one such sight. I was worried about my son’s behaviour building and also about his belief system. His faith in supreme power? Would he believe in them?

   May be it is too early to think like that but madness is a byproduct  of love. It comes for free. So I thought about it too. I am not an expert when it comes to religion. Not at all. But I know someone is there to take care of me, throughout my life and even beyond that. I may make mistakes. But He is an ocean of love and will protect me always.

   And that understanding has come to me in a series of unexpected events. Some people I may have missed to meet, some teachings I might have missed to get, some incidents that might have missed to happen. But neither of them was missed. Like the Moon shining through the clouds, nothing could stop them to happen. They did reach to me and made me what I am. In the midst of darkness we seek for the light and Light reaches to us in its own way.

   Would the same will happen to my son?

   Probably not. Light has after all its own ways to reach to us. And for everyone it has a different way.

    Temperature started decreasing and mosquitos started increasing ;). So I decided to come inside the room although I didn't want to stop looking at the Moon. When I came inside, bright Moonlight was covering my son. Well I will take it as a sign and chill :)