Melted Moon, Lanterned Window

My house was in the forest. Snow all around. I would look out of the window. Moon on snow. There were no days. But the moon shone always. Sometimes small, sometimes big. But he was there always. At times I went out of the window to sleep on the snow with the moonlight. I don't know how long I slept. I slept and slept. I slept long…


There was this market so colourful in sienna and orange… Where the merchants sold gems and diamonds. Blue, green, red, turquoise, purple, pink… and black gems and diamonds. I would walk around in the market, like in a deserted field. Nobody could see me. Nobody would see me. Then I would walk out of the market. I was not sad. Probably I was thinking. Thinking that nobody would see me, that nobody would see what I saw…


As I sat at the table and the years passed by before me, I grew into an old lady. She would sit all day long on the sofa, watching the lights change at the window. The curtains flew… moved and swayed… She was not sad. Sometimes she would look down and sigh with a smile. One day she decided to lie down on the sofa and died.