The moon was desperately waiting to complete himself ... Almost a full circle but seemed like he had a lot to do before that. The sky canvas was painted with one star each drawn above and below him as if some obsessive compulsive kid was at work. The light was falling on fistful of Ganga waters everytime trying to help her find way in the wilderness. A black, askewed tree was standing on the bank of the river. It had tried everything to obscure the moon from being seen to anyone else but watching the moon get so desperate assumed the apse which for the moon was yet to be achieved. It fit just like the key to the moon but something was certainly off. ... but what could moon possibly do? He certainly did welcome the offer so as not to appear rude ... but somewhere down, both of them knew that was not enough ... It was certainly not the 'full moon'. The idea of being self-dependent is so compelling that even the free help is not dearly rewarded.