Stopages of the Moolit MetreTM

Sitting on the Padma, with the twilight, Dark Moon told me about his childhood love of Humbla. How they were split then. The turmoils and then the realisation of who they actually were in each other's lives. Then Dark Moon became the Hermit who was called Dark. He became close to Nishavarni; newmoon days shone like full moon days on her darkest form. Then things were beautiful and calm and clear, or so thought the Dark One, till one day he heard about Humbla's marriage with one from a world behind him, somewhere away, where he never knew where. That day his eldest brother Roopaatheetha who left home 37 years back and was thought to be dead, never to come back, was sitting with Dark's daughter on the verandah, helping her with the alphabets.

I came back into the cabin and took the Moolit Metre^TM from between the wood planks. The needle slowed, waited and stopped between Relief and Boundless.