A long gaze at the moon !

The eyes kept staring at the moon, trying to figure out if there was any truth in words of the people. They could just see the lines, the marks, the wrinkles; the folds on the moon's surface but alas! Nothing extraordinary, nothing to prove or reinforce the rightness in what everyone said. But still they never gave up on perseverance, and they persevered. 

The coolness, calmness being offered was making it easier for to follow in. There was enough to think about everything, enough of the solitude, enough of the stagnation of the thoughts. They drifted into the dreams where everything was facile, very far from the crude realism, where nothing was far and everything could be achieved. 

The only requisite - comfort was there, the feeling of security, nothing was fake, all dipped in the bath of love, nothing could stop you from being as juvenile as you wanted.  Because now there was everything you ever wanted and would want in future, there with you holding your hands assuring that you are not alone at any time, and never will be. Finally the time when you didn't need any kind of approval from anybody, a very different add-on above everything. Everything was just perfect. Was that it? Was that what everyone told these eyes to expect? Because, that was flawless.  

Finally a get-away to a place you have always dreamt of being to, with no ‘unnecessary’ noise or chaos around, your being happy getting celebrated, your antics, your sulkiness, and whims all forgiven and no-one to complain back.  But suddenly, a drop of dew makes a foray into your well-carved dream and you are back to the world you have made a run from. Was that the effect everyone kept raving about?

Even when the turn of the events were not as smooth as expected it was good that you got back to the reality so that when a lion attacks you on the back-foot you realize it’s a true danger and not another Simba who came to befriend you.