I have spend many a night hanging on to the railing of the balcony, first waiting for it to appear, then trying to capture it in a frame and then, when it is way too high and bright, just craning my neck until it is beyond my sight. Even the full moon looks diffrent at different times. In summer, it is never too bright, or perhaps the sky is not dark enough for the brightness to come through. In monsoon it is hardly visible: the clouds decide to come in only on full moon nights; in autumn it is at its sensuous best: low, dull, rusty and larger than any other time of the year; in winter it gets whiter and brighter than any other time of the year. After a long day, the sight of the moon — in whichever form — acts as a balm for the tired soul.The strategic location of my balcony however not only lets me witness the moon but also makes the sun available to me. Every morning, as soon as I wake up, I go out and look at the sun, and, most often catch it rising too. Unlike the moon it is always on time; it is perfectly round each day of the year, and does not have even one blemish on its face. Like a dutiful spouse, the sun is always there, even when you cannot see it.
The moon, on the other hand, is not only imperfect, but unpredictable too. It comes out as and when it pleases, or not at all. It comes in all shapes and sizes, and even in its absolute perfectness, it is imperfect like a flawed lover: it can get difficult to pursue him after a point.
A few days ago, I saw the rising sun, its golden rays lighting the sky, rejuvenating everything that came in their way; the warm glow turning my room into a canvas with shadows painting pretty pictures — sometimes on the wall, sometimes on the floor. As I watched it play hide and seek with the clouds in all its perfectness, I decided to give up on the moon: why not pursue someone that stands by you at all times rather than chase someone who is fickle minded?
Then last night I saw the moon again: big, bright, beautiful, and perfect even with all its flaws. I could not help going back to it.