Watching the red star-like thing gliding through the sky soothes him some how. He gazed dreamily as it moves skyward dimming slowly. He realizes all of a sudden that it would soon be invisible. (A little true story in caption) A quiet terrace. A taller building stands on the right and on the left is a chasm down, a one floor house. A man is pacing around corner to corner. A phone peaks out from her trouser pocket. A wireless earphone band hangs around his neck and a dull melancholy leaks out, majority of it clashing at the eardrum. He eyes the sky above him and steals glimpse of the moon and the stars. The light of the moonlight, obstructed by the building on the left only falls on the left side, a instinctive juxtaposition of the light and dark. As he hums the playing song, he spots a burning red star above the building, twinkling more often than any other. A sizzle similar to that of the air above a fuming furnace traps the void around. He looks closely at the strange star and he notices that it is moving rapidly. Whatever it is, it is not a star. The star is skimming through the night sky speedily and it soon disappears behind the building. The man hurries to the other side trying to catch another glimpse of it. It emerges on the other side in a few seconds. Watching the red star-like thing gliding through the sky soothes him some how. He gazed dreamily as it moves skyward dimming slowly. He realizes all of a sudden that it would soon be invisible. He takes out the phone from his pocket, pauses the playing song and opens the camera. He switched the flash mode on and as he holds it up at the sky, the red star is no more there. It has already disappeared and all he can see is a cluster of a few regular yet twinkling stars. A hollow feeling scrapes the wall of his heart. If he had been hastier, he would have been able to click a snapshot of that burning celestial surprise. Another thought knocks his brain telling that in attempt to permanently capture that red star, he had lost the opportunity to gaze at it one last time, to capture a snapshot and clip it in the walls of his heart.
