The garden scantily lit by the distant crimson-crescent moon; intuitively I knew it was about to bid me farewell. Soon the moon will be travelling to the other side never to be seen for another season.

“Let us make the best out of this last encounter”, I said; staring the moon straight into the eyes.
Suddenly, a somber mood enveloped me, a melancholic feeling to last a season.
Shhhhh! Don’t say a word I said, just listen. “You have witnessed in silence my past joys at times sobbed together till dawn. I want to...