I write letters to the moon, about my pain, anxiety, confusion, past, depression and break downs. He listens patiently. I tell him about the first time I saw a guy and instantly felt butterflies in my tummy. I tell him about the other guy I fell for and another one who broke my heart, and also the TV actor I have a huge crush on. He never judged me. I told him about the first time I felt something choking my voice, when I tried to scream out loud. He soothed me. I elaborated how I felt on that podium, standing tall as the best entrepreneur. He was genuinely elated. I gave him the invitation of my marriage. He was the first to arrive on time at the venue. I talked to him about my insecurities regarding commitments. He solaced me. I asked him, "Hey, How am I looking? "He splashed a handful of light on me, that meant I was shining. I gave him the news of my baby. He roamed the universe in excitement. He stood like a guardian, the whole 9 months. He observed me and my girl growing up, living a dreamy life. He looked upon us in awe, sprinkled some moon shine every now and then. But we never lost touch, except the nights he was out of station. I missed him on those nights. I saw him in his every phase, half, full, crescent and in every season, I felt pity when he stood all night long above my window, cold and numb in the winters. In fact, I never wanted him to leave when it was time for his nap, actually, I never liked the Sun. He is quite arrogant unlike my friend. I waited for him until it was his duty again. Now I am 45,my daughter ,21. Many a times I have seen her write letters to you. I see myself in her. Dear moon, thank you for being a silent observer, protector, path finder, believer and a friend in every circumstance. After me, please love my daughter, the same way you loved me. You are the only one who knows the complete me and no one else can I trust, but you to nourish and enrich her.