As I sat by the seashore this evening, cool wind in my hair, an occasional soft tremulous light of the airplanes reflecting on the waters, wild cackle of home bound birds and big fat ladies around made me forget all troubles for a while and smile to myself as if I were mad.
It was then, that I noticed right beside me, sat on the polished granite, he was smiling beamingly. He caught me completely unawares. Warmth surrounded my shoulders, but stone-cold was he when I touched. I cursed him for being a bad friend, for not being there when most needed. But a loyal friend that he's been, the moon didn't speak much just smiled for no reason telling me he'd always be there to soak me in the moonlit memories, to make me smile.
Saket
