And the moon continued to climb. And soon it was above the minaret. And the moon looked down. But then, it started slipping. And the moon soon disappeared.
The minaret stood where it was. Unmoving. Unchanged but for the light that fell on it and reflected sundry shadows.
And waited for tomorrow. For the moon rise. Again.
Published by Sanjeev Jha
Over the course of more than 60 years, my journey has taken me across India, the Middle East, and South Asia. Along the way, I’ve had the opportunity to connect with people, explore different cuisines, and experience a variety of cultures and art forms. I’m fortunate to have friends in many places, and several cities around the world feel like home. These experiences have helped shape me into a more empathetic person, always open to learning and new connections.
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