Moon Boon Lord & Kozhukattai

Good narration. enjoyed reading as always

 

Despite being unfamiliar with the crescent moon veneration and sighting, I enjoyed your blow-by-blow narrative on your travails to mark the emergence of the whimsical moon amidst the 'twisted bundle-like gray cloud'. Your writing style is too distinctive with teased out anticipation. You darted from staircase to terrace but dragged yourself back from terrace to staircase with the flight of your imagination on whether the beneficent moon would deign on you. Your writerly pace is chirpy and spread-eagled but your writerly tone is acute and precise in transcribing every emotion cresting from your anxious mind. I enjoyed your moon and boon criss-cross in the nightly wait-up.

In starkly muted neorealistic films, esp. towards the end, the worldly film-maker pans the camera from the lead to the ambience to capture a bleached paper fluttering in a garbage yard or a tomcat purring on an unmended fence or a jaywalker whistling away. We don't know the significance of the paper or the tomcat or the jaywalker but the intent is to coalesce fragmentary, and incidental, slices of life. A self-expression to connect the dotted world incubating the shared assurances and dreads.

You, in the manner of that film-maker, tastefully replicated it with the sweep of the moon -- what a crescent moon implies to each believer. I think your ranged ending stole the narrative! While you were loudly anxious with your revealing stomp to witness the phenomenon the other withdrawn supplicant was also furtively anxious to be guided by the propitious crescent. The self-defined arc of sighting a crescent moon differing from man to man was demonstrated with subtlety in your panoptical story-telling. The edgy finale of this moon fascination is inversely, yet thoroughly, compatible.