The moon story

It was one of those eerie nights.Hot and humid.The leaves stood still.The full moon was blazing.I was staring at it,trying very hard to figure out something.Why was I in shambles?Why was there nothing more to do?Why was I staring at the moon?

Sweaty ,sticky,snotty and teary.That was the condition of my humble hanky.It feels good when you cry your heart out.It feels icky,when you are crying your heart out,running nose/trickling sweat notwithstanding, and at the same time staring at the blazing full moon at two o'clock in the morning.It was decidedly my worst night ever.Now what was I supposed to do?..Just go back inside my room and cry myself to sleep?...Wasn't it much better to stay out in the balcony and do the stuff that I had been doing?..Atleast thats what I thought.So I stayed out.With folded legs,a runny nose and a pair of swolen eyes,I had my share of moongazing.

I thought about the wierd people who had been there.Landed on the moon.Seen what it looks like.I thought about that guy.The one who was the wierdest of the lot.Not because he had landed on the moon.Just because he was wierd.

Wierd?...Just wierd?Is that all I could come up with?..After all that happened?No serioulsy.I have to ellaborate.No one's ever gonna visit my blog.So I cant possibly be boring a poor soul to deal with this humdrum monolouge.What kinda post is this anyway?...It started with the moon and now its all wierd...heading nowhere.

Ok..where was I?..hmm.."wierd".Thats what he said I was.He thought I was self obssessed.He used to chuckle gleefully.He used to come up with (yes) wierd ideologies.

"shob shomoy janish,honestly mitthe kotha bolte hoy.Jei din dekhbi ,adkhachra,ektu shotti ektu mitthe mix kori dhop marte geli,shei din dekhbi,khop kore dhora pore jabi"

I am really sorry re.Never paid heed to whatever you said.Had I done that,you would have been there for me,and then I wouldn't be typing away a stupid post like this... about you.I would be telling you the moon story,face to face.