The Moon

It is my privilege to work for the people in a little-known village called Nimshong at Upper Kheng, where my project office is based. More privilege: I am getting to know numerous new people and new places under my jurisdiction. Places are beautiful. People are awesome, and learning Khengkha (local dialect) is fun. Sitting with old people and knowing the new culture and tradition is an even greater source of pride.

On a reclining seat through a bumpy road and thick jungle, a grumble in my mind of the journey. The journey for site visits is tiring, yet it is jovial in the wild to see the beauty of diverse wildlife. I have to travel day and night occasionally. More or less I have become a rover. Least, I get to stay idle in the office relaxing with paperwork. At the end of the day I am happier to know that I am balanced with office work and site work. This is what my life should be. Yes, definitely!

That day was fine. It was my time to complete paperwork. After office hours, I went for a walk on a dusty road. Singing with the evening dawn chorus of little birds and seeing the preparatory dance for their evening time was wonderful alone. By the time I remembered to return, it was already dusk. Oh! Remember, I was dating those little birds.

I came back. The light from above was on. I stared up. There was a full moon glowing fresh. The beauty in it captured my mind to focus my lens. Though it hides under the blanket of cloud, the real inner beauty is seen illuminating. The moon is beautiful with lovable activism. I miss my angel then.

I had to quicken my pace in between. It was dark. Back home alone again, waiting for the next day and routine to follow up.