A Dream of Night

It all started with the Moon

It is march, but I still feel the chill of december and numbness of january inside my heart, an unknown pain piercing it like thousand needles. Everything is so silent or maybe I could not hear anything because of my racing heart. I look down and absorb the beauty of the city from my apartment's terrace. The view from my terrace is just amazing. From beautiful sunrise to breathtaking sunset, from sunlight to citylights everything looks so perfect. The traffic is fast moving even at this time of night. For any other city 11 was night but delhi wakes up at 11. The tea stall uncle is pouring tea in cups in a practised manner and the pav bhajji bhaiyya is busy too with the customers. Even at this height i could smell the street foods. The building i live in is in one of the most busiest locality of delhi. Life never seems to cease in this part of city. I start circling my thumb on the box i held, a box wrapped with silver glitter paper ,  as big as a NCERT book. A white paper stuck on it says 'open only after 12' in a neat handwritting.
A handwritting I knew from my heart, I touch the note and surprisingly feel goosebumps and two silent tears roll down my cheeks. I close my eyes in the hope to let it go but all I see is the same face. I open my eyes and wait for the clock to strike 12. Curiosity is taking better of me but there is nothing I can do. I promised, 'Yes , I will open it only after 12'. It was all over days ago but then why she appears again. I was trying my best to forget her ( it can never happen) but yes at least i was trying, then she had to come to remind me 'oh see, I exists'. Desperately I shake my head, and look at the box again. I wonder what's inside. Maybe I can open and see now itself, anyways just an hour before, right? But no! I never break a promise and thats what she loved the most about me. I try to distract myself from that box. Neither the tea stall nor the food interests me. Giving up, I close my eyes. No! i dont want to see her again or else my eyes will permanently turn red. In a attempt to divert my mind, I start counting the stars. Then I see it.
Wow! What a beauty. The moon.When I look at the beautiful silvery white creation of god with some black shadows, what reminds me the most is Her. Again its her. It reminds me how I met her , how I first dived in those most mysterious eyes for the first time, how I got curious to solve the mystery behind. Yes! It all started with the moon. I cannot stop thinking about her or the day I met her. Everything was same that day, as it is now.

10 months earlier

The loud music and the noisy crazy girls were never on my top to-do lists. Not that i hated music or girls but i never liked them together. Reason? Well how can u bear two noises together. Harsh, my classmate's grand birthday party where I was just doing my formality. Music was my all time favourite but I personally felt parties meant much more than music especially not loud bangs where girls half dressed shouting thier ooos and aaas. Thankfully by god's grace I secured a place, a little away from those crazy freaking girls. It was a lawn specially made for birthdays and small events. One corner was occupied by Dance floor where witches were jumping on thier pointed heels or hills, god knows! and in front of the dance floor was the area reserved for drinks and delicacies. The whole area was lit up by golden lights and on the moon added to its glamour. When I was busy giving credit to the moon , a manicured hand with black painted nails and a shining bracelet tapped my shoulder. I glanced at the hand and waited for its owner to appear in front of me. But the poor witch, I could smell alcohol and presumed her bad state even before i saw her. Instead of taking a step forward she started slipping her hand down my chest.
Oh No! this isn't going good.
Before she could could go any further I held her hand and brushed it off. Maybe little too roughly.
But never mind, after i stood and turned towards her , i felt it should have been more rough.
God her eyes were red and the smell was even stronger when i faced her. I wanted to run away but yeah! I  know it would be too rude.
So i waited for her to say , what the hell she wanted.  But all i got was a smile, which she thought was cute and me? I prefer the word witch-ish. If at all that word exists.
I shot up my right eyebrow (coz I dont know know how to do it with left one) and asked in a bored tone "What do you want"
"may a drink with you", she gave her witch-ish smile.
"I guess the whole counter is in your stomach, may be nothing is left for me there to drink", I smirked.
And thats it,  that shut her up.
I turned back and resumed my seat. Oh god! I was relieved to hear her fading footsteps.
Not wanting to get disturbed again , I closed my eyes but my fav song faded ringing from my phone sounded like a time bomb ticking.
With a frusrated sigh I picked up the phone and saw a unknown number. Without giving a second thought i pressed the green button, I just wanted to be done with it and go back relaxing.
But my dearest lord had other plans for me. This was a phone call which changed my ringtone and my life.