As the engine fired to life, the concrete jungle seemed to fade away with every passing second. She always enjoyed the cityscapes, for it were them which greeted her unfailingly each morning. City had a sense of unbridled freedom, air that she could breath without a second thought, inspite of fully being aware of the rising pollution levels. Also, countrysides always fascinated her with starlit skies and unfathomable emotions.
30 minutes into the journey, the changing outlook of the world was vividly clear as she looked out of the window trying to trace the moon, the much acquainted polluted air was long gone. Was the freedom too gone with the polluted air?
No. It's true that she was scared it would, it only turned out to be more liberating. :)
Now, it was a fresh breath. As she comfortably took deep breaths, she could feel the heaviness of the country air in her breath, suspended with invisible bands of attachment, coupled with a sense of togetherness. Finally, under the starlit sky, it came to light - a supressed yearning of a journey for which she waited too long, unknowingly.
One - the one she just left, where the night is always painted with innumerable lights from various sources.
Another - the one she just entered, where the night was nothing but moon speckled darkness, reflecting a shadowy world painted in silver.
Inspite of the stark difference between both the worlds, she wanted to continue travelling with the moon.
Why?
Probably out of curiosity, like a kid who wants to continue the journey only to keep looking at the moon, assuming it is following her. She comfortably ignored to acknowledge the fact that the moon travelled at its own pace, as she did.
She didn't know anything about the moon, but for what was conveyed through the soothing silvery moonlight, which came down from thousands of miles. Yet, whatever she sensed, she liked and wanted to trust. There was a battle, between her intelligence and conscience. Her intelligence saying "This is insane", her conscience continuously playing "May be you should let this happen". She chose to take a risk, for it seemed to be something worth risking for, for with the moon came the stars, lots and lots of them.
Where was she travelling to? It didn't seem that important, though it flashed every now and then, like a cloud which obstructs the moon, leaving the road she took - invisible; most of the time, not letting her see which road she was taking. The journey was what she was happy for, for it brought a smile on her face, for each time she saw the moon, she noticed the moon smiling back at her.
She couldn't comprehend what it was. It seemed incorrigibly complicated. Basing her journey on mere moonlight seemed insane, for the moon wasn't there always, he'll be there and he'll not be there. He'll be there again only to disappear again.
'Often, truth, when it's being lived and experienced, is less glamourous than imaginings.' With a full moon came a no moon. She disliked the wanning as much as she embraced the waxing. She was too involved in embracing the mighty Yin, in the process, leaving Yang unnoticed.
The circle wasn't complete.
After all, a Yin 'and' a Yang make a Yin-Yang.
There she was, in a fix, the one she laid out for herself, knowingly.
A state of feeling everything, yet, feeling nothing at all. Fulfilling and confusing, simultaneously. Tightening its grip around, yet, liberating like never before.
Is she thinking of stepping out of the circle? Is she scared to imagine what would happen if the circle took the shape of an infinity? It could be positive infinity or negative infinity. Both of them compelling her to embrace the no moon along with the much adored full moon.
Is she stepping out?
Is she staying up for it?
Or, can she have it her way? :)
