Serene Point of View
“Why you want to go to the moon very badly?” he asked me.
Hmm… Why? Even I do not know why.
I just wanted to see the moon. I wanted to hold it, I wanted to touch it, I wanted to see how it looks like and it never fail to fascinate me.
“Does not everyone want to go to the moon?” I asked.
I saw him looked at above.
“This is amazing,” I said and walked. “Not everyone has given a chance to see this wonderful art of God.”
“Do you know the story of the moon?” I asked him.
“A story?” he asked and looked at me. “ A story on how it was created?”
“No, not that,” I said.
“Then what?” he asked.
“They said that the moon and the wolf were once a lover,” I started telling a story. “But some occurrence happened and the moon needs to go up above.”
“Since that day the wolf
