Fly me to the moon!

First and second flight trips ever, both to Hyderabad, taking my priceless solitariness with me!

Solitariness? And I am wrong, and it is a pleasure.

Both onwards and return journeys at night at 8:00 p.m., I didn't ask for any specific seat, wishing it were the window seats always. And, ahem, I did get.

And you know whom I got as my companions, never once intruding into my priceless solitariness. The moon! Looking at me from my window, as if I had more glitter than Him, wondering to ask me my secret! Left side onwards trip, right side return trip. What blessing! Can anyone believe?

The majestic A320 aircraft wing spread beside me like my own wing, one arm extended, yet giving the feeling of a full form with two wings. The moon, 3/4ths way towards being a full moon, shone its brilliant white light on the wing.

The plane lights dimmed, I had a grand view outside into the night. Blue color of the day sky replaced by greyish black colour of the night. I love midnight blue of the night sky as it looks from the planet earth. But in sky, it looked different. What a synergistic color combination Nature has made for itself, yellow sun and blue sky, white moon and black sky, a symphony making music each hour of our time.
In that hour, the sky was expansive, not constricted as the black color is generally thought of. The moon, steel white radiance shining, the rays coming and enveloping me in a milky white robe, nearly blinding me. Oh! I forgot. It was the concerto between the sky and the moon. How I came into the picture, I don't know. May be I myself have personalised, but I weren't writing this out if I hadn't. The plane wing spread out, absorbing the shine and the light of the moon, and so also into the picture! So, in that hour, we were foursome. And enjoyed each other's company thoroughly.

Within a span of another hour, the plane gliding down to touch the earth, the moon presiding over the glamour of innumerable, symmetrical yellow diyas below, never once losing its identity, I and the plane wing were separated. The sky and the moon remained. Congratulations to you both!

Wondering how the moon will look on a Diwali day from that distance between the earth and sky, bridal adornment of the earth vying to take its place!

Oh! I remember, it will shy away as always. Or may be, as John Galt says in Atlas Shrugged, the moon will speak the same lines, "...I was here, hidden by nothing but an error of your sight, as Atlantis is hidden from men by nothing but an optical illusion...".

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