The place under the moon

The place under the moon

And I could watch the moon with him, the most clichéd thing about love. It didn’t deliver unsaid emotions of the heart for us or signal about the state of each other. It was just a window of light in the dark night, of very scientific uses and not more. Our candle light for the dinner. Our airconditioned comfort.
That apart, we were polar opposites. He, the gender stereotype- tall, lean desired by most of my mates, good at sport and in love with his guitar. I, on the otherhand was loud, terrible in dancing dressing up, extremely bossy and full of swear words. Was there anything one can call feminine about me? Naah! Except that I had a teeny weeny corner for him too. Which I had no intention of enlarging. We were friends on and off and the heartrending parting of a certain 10th board left us as bestfriends, overrated word you see. A common friend circle ensured strong contacts despite different schools. His breakup with a longstanding girlfriend ensured my shirt was creased by his depressed head on my shoulder. And one fine night-
“I’m not getting anyone. She was the one and she’s gone. I am worth just shit”
“Idiot! You are so likeable. Take me for instance, you were my first crush”
Confession equals I love you okay? This just made him beg till his birthday. Turned out it was the other way round too. Gleestruck, 15th July. Roses and chocolates and a group of friends more desperate than either of us. The place where we would watch the moon.
About the place? A ghat by the Ganges. It saw my only bunk from tuition. Light dancing on the ripples, breeze forever cool with an icecream vendor and a chat vendor to aromatize the setting. The witness to promises of forever, some mushy moments and our ignorance about life. Promises here but, were not fake nor kisses lusty. The first kiss had us counging to fifty and starting over twice till we actually did at 32 and then recounting it with a blush for next few weeks to come. He calmed me down here when my Dad was particularly ill that year while I coaxed him into getting in the school band and singing a few notes for me. We had a few trips to the city with some imaginary friends being our excuses which we planned overlength and very extented tuition timings to have the 7 to 9 slot for each other.
The perils of a 12th board arrived. My goals and his barely matched. I ran busy post them for entrance to a professional course. He was still nonchalant though supportive. The inability to spend time generated fights. And before it could end badly we broke up.
I have been with a few people beautiful in their own way. And yet I can still watch the moon with him.

 

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Shruti Bhartia
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