In this article of 1979, culled from his diary, the author fondly recalls the memories of a bike ride from Supa to Haliyal in Karnataka, on a moonlit night, through the dense forests.
It is a story of one full moon day (or night?) in the month of October. After a day’s hard work at Supa, I was returning fast on my two-wheeler, as the evening shadows deepened into night, nay, turned into moonlight. The moon, round and golden, had just appeared on the sky, flooding its soothing rays on the narrow winding roads, trees, hills, and the paddy fields on one side, and the sky presented a beautiful picture with its bright and silken wisps of clouds. The cool breeze made its presence felt by tossing the edges of the collar of my shirt, as I raced against time through the thick jungle road.
The road looked like a crawling snake ahead of me. As I moved fast through the jungle, the moon played the game of hide-and-seek. Sometimes, it would expose its full face unhesitatingly and, at other times, it would peep shyly through the thick layer of leaves of the giant trees.
Presently, when I just negotiated a sharp curve, the moon would be completely out of my view, thus driving my thoughts for the moment to the formidable elephants, bears, and tigers that existed in the dense Supa forests.
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As the moon kept shining from above, leaves began to rustle and whistle in the cool breeze. Bamboo leaves, too, danced delightfully. Birds were conspicuously silent and were revelling in the beauty of nature. Wild animals had their freedom of movement suspended as the moon-god kept constant vigil from above, on everything below.
As I rode my bike mechanically, with my mind basking in the moonlight, I lost sight of the fleeting time until at last I had finished my 38-kilometre long journey and arrived at Haliyal, right in front of my house.
True, my journey through moonlight had cast a hypnotic spell on my mind. This was clearly evident from my face which wore a charming smile now as against an irritated expression it had betrayed that morning, merely because I had been served my breakfast a bit late by my wife. Rightly, I realised then that beauty, like time, was a great healer.
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