I was sitting on one of the two stairs, at the second entrance to our home. The clock slipped 12 minutes past 11, and the moon was at its perfect grandeur. The streetlight was showing the way to our main gate, and was getting engulfed by the darkness halfway. I was drenched by the moonlight, almost unaware of the beautiful song by Jagjithji on my playlist. Gradually the background music faded. The giggles of night breeze symphonized the ambient, and I was getting goose bumps every time the breeze was crossing by.
The moon was calm among the gossiping stars. I wanted to reach the sky and grab a handful of those little twinkling diamonds. God is so wise that he kept His priceless beauty away from worldly reach; the dusty auras of greedy mankind may dirt the purity of His creations.
There was a heap of sand in front of me, with a circumference of bricks at its foot. I pressed my palm on the curved surface of the heap, and as soon as I removed my palm, the sand particles slide across each other to retain the original shape of the heap, underestimating the carve formed by my palm on the heap body. I took a handful of sand and tried to mash it. A part of it escaped, a part got trapped. Next, i cupped my palms on the sand, and collected a good amount of it. I rubbed the sand particles between the palms to feel its granular texture. Is this how those little sparkling diamonds in the sky feel like? Perhaps! Are they really diamonds, embedded in the cloak of God, or merely sand particles, which decorates the torn cloth of a poor man? Are all the creations of God so precious that He has hidden them far beyond the touch of a common man, or made it so nominal that even beggars can afford?