The sight of the full moon from through the window left Rishabh wonderstruck.
“You should look out the window more often,” said Ragini, smiling.
“I’m so tired after work, I sometimes just collapse on the bed and fall asleep,” replied Rishabh sheepishly.
“Today it is the full moon, my friend. But almost every night, I see a sky full of diamonds, glittering. There is silence, so I can hear my heart beat. Each tick of the old grandfather clock is crystal clear. Around midnight, my nocturnal friend in the Gulmohar outside hoots a greeting to me. I listen to it and feel happy.”
“How beautifully you put it to words, Gini,” said Rishabh, applauding her.
Ragini laughed, then looked seriously at him.
“For an insomniac, the night becomes an irreplaceable part of their world.”
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason,
17th April, 2017)