As the coolness of the night kissed her primrose cheeks,a subtle wave of warmth caressed her
spine and dispersed to the core.It was cold; so cold, that she could almost feel her nose slowly
turning scarlet.Sniffing into the silent coolness,she buried her hands deeper into the pockets of
her pink hoodie,devouring the warmth of fleece with every snuggling cuddle.With a heavy
sigh,she rolled her eyes as an amber strand of her hair escaped the hoodie, caging it, and
danced along with the night's air;as if declaring a rebellion against the owner.But the girl with
the red nose pronounced her resistance as she tucked it back behind her ear.She couldn't
rebel ,not at least against the ones she loved.After a month of roaming around the streets,she
had denied herself her right to fly,she was content to be imprisoned in the gaol, she called
home. The smell of the green grass tickled her nose as she sat down onto the ground,thinking
whether she would be welcomed back,her aching back resting against the lamppost flickering
under the lunatic silvery moonlight.
That very lunatic silvery moonlight , was now caught in the act of kissing the dark night and
giggled across the ocean of a far, far away land. Seeing its appeal, the waves that once tiptoed
across the ocean’s bed rose into soaring exquisite tides to present an elegant dance.The heavy
poignant clouds that once played hide and seek with the blowing wind hurried to cover the shy
milky white orb.As the moon hid behind the gray moist clouds, the silvern reflection in his black
eyes dimmed, synchronously this tiny boat that had swayed along the rhythm of the dancing
water a moment ago,calmed down.Smiling, he looked at his little sister who had nuzzled to
slumber;perhaps that was what he thought;while he told her the story of the giant moon and its
many children who had turned into stars as they had tried touching its face.While the siblings
sat staring at the moon ,the father of the household,the captain in command of this tiny boat sat
behind them rowing;mourning over the the death of his moon.The one that he had left back
home,whom he had himself buried deep in the solitary recesses of dust;his wife,his only
companion,the person who had not thought twice before putting her life on line for their
children.If only he had been there,he could have stopped the molestation of the pure soul that
he had cherished through 17 years ,from those deceitful scoundrels ,who had encroached upon
their tiny world in the name of peace of a greater,a larger world.The land where they had dreamt
of a bright tomorrow had been consumed by the flames which were even brighter,yet
fiercer.Although nothing was left behind ,everything was left behind; his hopes, his dreams, his
warmth. If it wouldn't have been for his children he would never had run away like a coward,but
he had to be a coward.For their sake.In the chilly night of isolation and misery, his eyes were
blurred with tears, as his 12 year old child, unaware of the fact that the bullet in his father's body
was killing him slowly ,sang the lullaby his mother had sung to the baby girl in his arms until just
yesterday.
A similar tear seeped through the corner of her eye ,as she looked at her mother with heavyheart.While the teary eyed sat on her bedroom floor, in front of the queen sized bed; the white
thick fur rug that almost covered the whole floor tickled her toes .The mother who was still
standing in the doorway found her gaze linger on the white bridal dress spread on the
bed.Tiny glass trinkets that adorned the waist, snaking all the way to the flowers on the
shoulders ,had made the dress a dazzling work of art .While the guests slept soundly
downstairs, she had tiptoed to tiniest room in the house that had through the years brightened
their hearts with its blissfully naughty Qi.As she crossed the threshold,she had seen that tear
in her daughter's eye.Slowly,she stepped forward and enveloped the bride to be in her
arms.Kissing her mother on the forehead ,she snuggled more into her bosom.It was
magical;the smell,the softness,the warmth of her mother's embrace crawled into her body as
she felt her heartbeat against her own.While the fears and doubts for the future slowly washed
away with warmth of love, as stealthily as the tears had formed a few moments ago, dancing
giggles rang through the room,as the daughter caught her four year old sibling sneaking into
the room and devouring the leftover chocolates from the bridal shower earlier that
day.Thus,the room on the top floor spread its radiance over the quiet night,unaware of the 12
year old boy sailing through the oceans only to become a part of this happy family.
While the room on top floor spread its radiance through the window facing the alley way,the
teenager sank to the ground ,his heart so cold that it remained arctic despite the frequent
caresses of his warm blood.The chilling breeze that blew around ,exacerbating .With each
erupting bout of laughter from the window above, his aims dissolved to nothing.Yet with every
pang of hunger in his empty stomach that nothing rose and soared high.His jet black
clothes,the p-cap on his head and the mask on his face was unable to hide his intentions to any
passerby .Today he had to do something to put out this fire of nothingness in his stomach
forever ,or for perhaps a long time.As he was a first timer he was worried about his plans failure
,but from a young age he had seen so many crime movies that he thought it would be if not a
piece of cake,a doable task.As he revised his blueprint to theft in his mind .He felt someone
tapping his shoulder.It was a girl ,a girl wearing a pink hoodie.At first he was baffled at her
courage,then gaining his composure back he gave her a questioning look."Well you know it's
that girls wedding tomorrow, stealing from them may fill the emptiness in your stomach,but will
leave a very hollow hole in your heart."Having said that,she tucked her flying amber hair into
her hoodie and walked away.When the meaning of her words finally hit him,it hit him hard.
Dumbfounded he couldn't help but just stare at her retreating back that was going farther and
farther with every step that she took away.
Every step she took towards the man,the man retreated back.The quarter liter milk package that
he had managed to buy from the convenience store after a whole day of begging on the streets
was tightly clutched in his fist.As the naive looking monstrous fluff ball meowed once more
snuggling into the warmth of his worn out trousers,he gave up.Ignoring the snorting of his
stomach he stripped the pack of milk in such a way that it formed a cup and placed it in front of
the white little kitten.While the naive one sipped through to the last drop ,the king at heart picked
it up and softly pulled her to his stinky chest ,hiding her whiteness in the darkness of hisjacket.Nearby, the heart of the tiny flower that was still enclosed in the sepals clasp melted as
he saw the beggar feed the little kitten.While still being inside the belly of the green sepals he
had heard many stories of love,sacrifice and sincerity, but today through this tiny window in the
sepals arms he had seen the most beautiful one. It was one of the last of the cold winter nights
,soon, the pioneers of life would be sprouting out and then he could sing with the spring's
breeze.His muse for the upcoming bright warm future
faded away as the nightingale that sat looking at the flowers antics,pecked it in the bud ,
admonishing him for staying awake till such a late hour.Tomorrow, was an important day for
him; it was the day when he would be blooming into a beautiful white flower.Reassuring that the
bud had closed his eyes, the nightingale soared in the sky ,a melancholic cry echoed through
the coldness,as it was the bird that knew that the flower that was white was going to be placed
on the grave of the baby girl that died while crossing the cold vast ocean under the mourning
moon covered in a gray poignant shroud while listening to the story of the moon and its many
children.
Every night has a different story to tell in different perspectives, places,time frames ,presents
and the futures;some complete and others left to remain incomplete forever.While we may be
ignorant of many,but each trivial one is significant on its own.For every night may dissolve into
nothingness and the future might glare at us with gloomy eyes,we shouldn't forget to rub off the
gloom from our eyes with every bright morning.
