A day full of drudgery can be fully transformed with that one single moment. Sometimes that moment comes early in the day, sometimes it never shows up. But when it does, it is a moment to behold.
It could be something very innocuous – like a joke that makes people laugh or the meal in the cafeteria which exceeds your (low) expectations. Or the moon in the sky, as it is tonight, in the post eclipse world, free of shadows but full of blemishes, hiding its dark side as it always does, effortlessly.
What is it about the moon that makes it so magnetic? It is, of course, the source of many myths like werewolves who transform on evenings like these. But even as the myths may go the way they do, it does have an impact on the tides of the earth. It regulates the ebb and flow of life on the coast.
This is what lends the rhythm to our life. What then would life be, without the rhythm of the waxing and waning of the moon. What is it about the charm of a moonlit shore that it never fails to enchant, whether it is Versova or Vagator.
The moon tonight is radiant. Its craters are on full display. Almost as if it were proud of who it is. Illuminating distant shores. But here I am watching its light stream into my room. The room where there was laughter before, but now there is silence. Both in equal measure are healing. Too much of either can be disturbing.
I miss the silence which used to be punctuated by silent sighs. But even amidst the nostalgia, there is definitely something in the air that makes the day seem better.
It is not the wind nor the scent. It is the light. Shining through the glass of my window which can never be opened. A permanent enclosure built by us, occupied wilfully and with glee at times.
When I switch off the lights of my room, more moonlight streams in. A silvery shadow spread over my books and clothes all of which lie strewn across the floor. There is no space for either of them. Just as there is no space for me. But how do I complain when the sight is so splendid.
Maybe that’s the moment that I long for, a moment that can make the day worthwhile. A friend said to me once that such a moment has a name. Glimmer. Maybe the moonlight is my glimmer. I wonder what tomorrow will bring, if there will be a glimmer. Perhaps not. It doesn’t matter. Who has seen tomorrow?