The Mourning Moon

Chapter 29

It was a sunlit morning. The sky was blue decorated with white clouds. The scent of the flowers prevalent in the air. Three little boys and one little girl were running in the meadows playing chase. One of the boys looked behind and saw his parents and master sitting down on the grass, chatting with each other. He ran towards the three males. As he reached them, he sat down beside his master and asked, "What are you guys talking about?"

One of his fathers laughed and picked up the child. Settling him on his lap he said, "WE were talking about how our little miracle was doing in his classes? And whether he is listening to his master or not?"

The boy puffed out his chest proudly as he stated, "I always listen to my master," causing the adults to laugh. The child got up from his father's lap and ran towards the flowers. He extended his hand and the flowers came flying to his hand. He made two flower tiaras and ran back to where the adults were sitting. He gave one to his father and one to his master.

"This is beautiful," his master said. "How did you make it?"

The child blushed. He did not say anything. Instead he showed how he did it. He closed his eyes and extended his hands. Soon few flowers came flying to him. The child's parents, his friends and his master all watched in fascination as those flower petals combined together to form a beautiful tiara and gave it to his other father whom he called Pa. His Pa stood up, picked him up and twirled around happily, the sound of laughter was carried on by the wind. Suddenly a shrill sound was heard from the distance.

Ansh woke up with a start. He looked around his room and found his alarm clock going off. He groaned and turned off his alarm clock and got up. He rubbed his eyes as he made his way towards bathroom to freshen up. Once he was done, he got ready for the day while thinking of the dream he had today. It was different than all the other time he had dreamt of the silver haired person. This dream included so many people. He could not see their faces as all of them were blurred. Who were these people? Why was he dreaming of these people? He was suddenly reminded of the long platinum haired guy whom he met at Mussoorie. Do these people too exist in reality? If so, then why was he dreaming of them? Ansh sighed. He was so tired of these dreams yet oddly enough he did not want them to stop. Ansh sighed once again. He got ready for  college and left. As he was leaving, his eyes fell on a wilted tulip in his garden. He went near the flower, crouched in front of it and touched it. A petal fell down. He got up and left. As he left, the flower that he had touched began blooming until it was fully bloomed.

After Ansh left for college, Anshika came out of the house, all ready for school. She was looking around the garden as she waited for her mother to come out. Her eyes landed on a flower at the entrance. She went near it and frowned. Was this flower not wilted? Maybe a new flower had bloomed. She shrugged and plucked it up and put it in her backpack gently, deciding to give it to her best friend.

"Anshika, let's go sweetie," came Ananya's voice. Anshika quickly got up and went to where her mother was waiting for her before they left.