Red Moon
On a strange cold night in the dense jungles of Madumalai, the moon was becoming red. That red cold night under the copper Moon the forest was screaming and crying. Above all this chaos, on a tall mahogany tree, sitting on the highest trunk there was an owl. Looking over the blue dark silhouetted jungle against the red hoary sky. The scared owl has been crying and weeping all night. It was niter the atmosphere nor the screaming of the jungle that frightened the owl, then "why?" you ask the owl was crying. Because of the Moon! and how strange it was that night. The owl thought of the Moon as his love and now seeing the Moon, red as a feverish child made the owl suffer the disturbing thought of Moons dying. How can an owl thought of the Moon as his love, that is so absurd! Well, it is not if you truly know what love is and that it has nothing to do with emotions, it is nothing physical, all these are derivatives of love. What love is, to give your life's worth to something that doesn't value it. This can be anything; a thought, a person, a thing. Now if you see, the Owl's love was not that absurd. But how did this stupid Owl had fallen in love with the Moon? Since the owl was a little ball of fur, it looked at the Moon every night from his nest. On a chilly night, some growling noises scared the Owl, but the light from the Moon gave him solace. And then afterward every scary night the Moon would comfort him, with its glow. The owl would look at the moon all night until he falls asleep. The white bright light from The moon reflected back even brighter from the Owl's eyes. As time went and he grew his administration for the Moon grew with him. He knows that his love disappears every thirty days or so. The first time when he noticed this, that was the most bewildering night of his life. Then as months went by he came to know that this happens and there is a secret behind why the Moon is not the same size every night. The Owl did not understand this but still accepted this without questioning. Every night, after hunting the Owl, would spend time admiring Moons beauty and fell asleep without knowing. On some cloudy nights when the Moon, like a beautiful bright flower behind the weeds, was hidden behind the clouds. He waited till winds blew the clouds away and made the Moon visible again. Even this play made the owl happy. Every night looking at the Moon made his heart calm. He did not understand the Moon but still felt it, loved it. On some occasions like, when the Moon is full and illuminating the whole forest with its white glow. The Owl tried to fly so high that he could reach the Moon but it was impossible for him, and only got him very tired. But this night was not the same as other peaceful nights of the Owl's life. It was scary and frightening. The owl's heart was pounding like, the tribe living in the jungle play their drums on every full moon night. The Moon was turning in blood red color. After sometimes the red Moon started to turn black from its left side, it seemed like it was getting eaten by this black demonic shadow. This shadow grew bigger and bigger every moment. After this shadow captured the whole moon at once, the night became darker than it already was. The screaming jangle became silent, there was not a single noise coming out of it, except the winds blowing. Looking at this horrific scene, the owl became so horrified that he could not breathe, his eyes filled with water and his heart filled with agony. Never in his life, the owl had experienced something like this. In his mind, the owl knew that his love was dying. He was not able to comprehend this, and as the moon surrendered to darkness at that very moment the owl gave up his life. The light from his eyes disappeared like the moon. That empty night, the jungle felt a little colder. After a while, a ring of light came out from where the moon had dissolved, time by time the shadow moved outward making the Moon visible again. Some other moments passed the moon came out of the darkness and was shining its red luminescent, noises from the jungle were back again, even louder this time. But the top of that mahogany tree was silent. Soon it was the time of dawn and the light of morning took the Moon, to return it back the next night.