Earth:
Akshay’s heart soared at the sight of the bird flying
towards the moon. Nights made him happy. The moon was his friend.
Fiona hated the same sight. She liked the moon to be
spotless. Pristine. Impeccable. She waited for the bird to fly away. To not
ruin her night.
And then there were the lovers. Enticed by the moon; they
lay naked, spent and breathless.
BUT..
Moon – an hour back:
The dark soul of the moon wanted freedom. The claustrophobia
was murderous. It opened its wings and sliced through it. The moon had a hole.
A beauty spot.
