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The  sky as visible to me is tinted red.  A plane is probably landing at the airport nearby. The motor pumps the water to the tanks on the roof of the buildings. The breeze is light and pleasant but intermittent. I remember a beautiful scene observed some days ago when coming back from office in the evening. I was in the passenger seat of the car. The moon hung in the sky lazily shining and a thick cloud slowly drifted towards it.  Gradually the cloud swallowed the moon and a silver lining enclosed the soft grey wool. In few seconds the cloud spit the moon out and slowly drifted along the deserted sky. I thought what if there were two moons or twenty-four like Saturn has. How would that affect the beauty of our sky. I look left and find a moon, then I look right and find another moon. Then we would make comparisons between two moons. But it would not look so beautiful as it is now. It is like a simple design not ostentatious just simple and beautiful. All the strength of numbers is given to the stars. Lights burn in the apartment opposite. Music plays in the flat below; it is a qawwali.

 

 

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