Comics05: Moonlight
"and there I was standing on the thin line of command and knowing. Commanding seemed to be easily surfacing my mind. It was like I was swimming in thin air near my body and the soul seem more than ready to leave . I wish there was doubt for I didn't know where I had to go . Is this what I told about ? Is this my divine moment of truth ? " -
THis is an index to the Whole story
the plan was release a page of 'Moonlight' every week.
this is a direct impact of reading haruki murakami
Ch 1.1 - Two moons
'He stood in the darkness, while he thought about how he had reached there in the first place. For now he was truly lost. He thought by thinking over how he came here he would find his way back. Like the way he solved maze puzzles that came in the children's section of the newspaper by following the road backwards.He could be sure that the this was the beginning of all the absurdity. For the first time when he followed the dogs. But it was inappropriate to call this absurd, because though the what was happening to him was out of the mundane, it all occurred as if it was the most natural thing to happen. He knew he was alive but away from his own life.'
"Sitting in the dark for long he thought that he would get used to it. But nothing like that happened. He seldom noticed his own hands. The only light that came in was from the entrance of the barrack. He came down here to clear his mind and figure things out. He got more solitude than he had expected. Seldom the sound of silence would be interrupted with distant rustling of the leaves in the wind.But nobody or nothing came down here from the jungle outside. It was as if it was a different world in itself. A world of complete darkness.Then he heard a sharp echoing sound of small falling. Bouncing , coming down the staircase.The echoing sound reduced as the object came closer, towards him, down in this dark hole, down towards this different world. The object seemed to glowing, Or maybe because of the darkness down there he thought it was glowing. It was round like a marble. He could not be sure if it was glowing, Or it only seemed to him because the marble came from the outside. The outside world. It did seem like an alien object. It appeared perfectly round but the coarse texture could be felt on his fingers. Before he could ask himself where it came from. He felt the presence of someone else. A movement of silhouette from the corner of his eyes.'Could there be someone out there?' he asked himself. Or was it an animal or a creature ?"
end of chapter one
' Coming out of the cave was like coming back to a different world , the real world. Color burned , every thing took a moment to take shape and color. Nothing had changed in 2 days. Everything was just the same. But only he had noticed someone's presence. ' Someone was here !' he said to himself. 
He looked around and noticed a piece of cloth in behind the bush. 'was it there before ?'had I not seen it ? 'As he walked closer he noticed there was someone there. Silent as a rock sitting in the bushes.
There was a man in the costume of a monkey, like those you see in the travelling fares. Well you can't actually call it a costume. It was just a mask on his face and he was wearing a Dhoti below. He was sitting patiently meditating on a rock. For a moment panic ran through him as saw the monkey... the man ... the monkey man. but he thought that this must be his regular meditating place or chilling place or whatever. For all that mattered now he was not alone. Unsure if that is good or a bad thing.
The monkey man noticed his presence and oped his eyes.From is gaze it seemed that he had noticed his presence all along. There was something strange about the monkey man. But there is always something strange about these god-men. The monkey man exclaimed in quite a poetic tone, without any surprise"Ah haan ! you have come out. I just thought I should wait in the shade while you were in the cave. I was worried that I was late but I think I came just in time." then the monkey man relaxed himself and continued "not very fond of waiting myself and hence I try not make others wait." you could not see the monkey man talk because of the mask. So it was difficult to guess his emotions.
" Waiting? " he said in surprise , "Waiting for me ? Who are you ?"The monkey man knits his eye brow and says "Weren't you expecting me?" '
"I was expecting you ? Who are you ?" 
The monkey man remained silent. As if all life in him had disappeared.He seemed to be starring at him. Or was he looking somewhere else? one could not tell . "Do I know you?" No response came from behind the mask. 
The face did not seem familiar. Even if he knew the person he could not say. He eyes seemed like those in photographs . From which ever angle you look he seems to be looking back at you. On closer look one realized he did not have eye balls. "Where did you come from ? " No response. 
His eyes were like marbles, dark and black. that just added to the strange and eeriness of the stranger. After all the strange things he had seen this was not something that he would not believe. 'Was the monkey man blind ?' He asked himself. "You say you have come here for me . Do we know each other ? " No response he was alive for sure, you could sense life in him. You could see him breathing. 
He observed closer. The cheap plastic mask. The paper crown. He seemed to be from a village fair. The kind of places where people don't really care about the details put in the preparation. cheap make do things seem to satisfy the people. " Are you from a village nearby ? Or some travelling fair ? " The space was dead like a rock.Though the rustling of trees, chirping of crickets could be heard . the space seemed dead. 
Though the man seemed silent and did not respond, there was something about him that would draw you closer. Or rather pull you within him. There was something deeper in his eyes. he did not understand the stranger nor the strangeness of the situation. When he was alone , every now and then a fear used to grip him. What if the something happens to him. Would anyone notice him dead ? What he did not realize how did he get hear in the first place. He thought to him self that these things can only happen to him . The talking dogs, the sculpting winds, the man who talks to the winds, this random stranger and not knowing how he got hear in the first place. Now he was afraid even more than what he was before. 
That night after he strangely saw talking dogs when he went home and he slept like a baby and the thought about the dogs was like a distant memory.but strangely he got at in the middle of the night. when he saw the time it was 03.21 am. On days like this sleep did not come back. It went on a stroll down the park, without mentioning when it will come back. At times like this a man's addiction come handy. 
He settled on reading.That was a perfect medicine for his insomnia. But not that day. When you take the same medicine for a long time it seems to loose effect on you. Reading had don something similar. Sleep wouldn't come that night. He was reading Phillips Kerr's ' A pale criminal' . He for sure= knew that he would read the next of the trilogy. He was so gripped on it ever since he got his hand on the first part of it. He followed Herr Gunther through the night clubs of Germany till dawn. 
At dawn he decided that he would have a early breakfast. He decided to go at the dhaba on the SH - 37 (SH for state highway). A place where he and his friends went frequently during the days of his college. Or the nights more to say. The night when he had debates with his friends regarding the possibilities of have a unique constitution and other topics about the existence of life and universe. Which now seem irrelevant .
end of chapter 2 ..
I let go of the comic, never finished As it kept getting darker, and I kept getting jollier.
THis is an index to the Whole story
this is a direct impact of reading haruki murakami
Ch 1.1 - Two moons
'He stood in the darkness, while he thought about how he had reached there in the first place.
For now he was truly lost. He thought by thinking over how he came here he would find his way back. Like the way he solved maze puzzles that came in the children's section of the newspaper by following the road backwards.
He could be sure that the this was the beginning of all the absurdity. For the first time when he followed the dogs. But it was inappropriate to call this absurd, because though the what was happening to him was out of the mundane, it all occurred as if it was the most natural thing to happen. He knew he was alive but away from his own life.'
"Sitting in the dark for long he thought that he would get used to it. But nothing like that happened. He seldom noticed his own hands. The only light that came in was from the entrance of the barrack.
He came down here to clear his mind and figure things out. He got more solitude than he had expected.
Seldom the sound of silence would be interrupted with distant rustling of the leaves in the wind.
But nobody or nothing came down here from the jungle outside. It was as if it was a different world in itself. A world of complete darkness.
Then he heard a sharp echoing sound of small falling. Bouncing , coming down the staircase.The echoing sound reduced as the object came closer, towards him, down in this dark hole, down towards this different world. The object seemed to glowing, Or maybe because of the darkness down there he thought it was glowing. It was round like a marble. He could not be sure if it was glowing, Or it only seemed to him because the marble came from the outside. The outside world. It did seem like an alien object. It appeared perfectly round but the coarse texture could be felt on his fingers.
Before he could ask himself where it came from. He felt the presence of someone else. A movement of silhouette from the corner of his eyes.
'Could there be someone out there?' he asked himself. Or was it an animal or a creature ?"
end of chapter one
' Coming out of the cave was like coming back to a different world , the real world. Color burned , every thing took a moment to take shape and color. Nothing had changed in 2 days. Everything was just the same. But only he had noticed someone's presence. ' Someone was here !' he said to himself.
He looked around and noticed a piece of cloth in behind the bush. 'was it there before ?'
had I not seen it ? '
As he walked closer he noticed there was someone there. Silent as a rock sitting in the bushes.
There was a man in the costume of a monkey, like those you see in the travelling fares. Well you can't actually call it a costume. It was just a mask on his face and he was wearing a Dhoti below. He was sitting patiently meditating on a rock. For a moment panic ran through him as saw the monkey... the man ... the monkey man. but he thought that this must be his regular meditating place or chilling place or whatever. For all that mattered now he was not alone. Unsure if that is good or a bad thing.
The monkey man noticed his presence and oped his eyes.From is gaze it seemed that he had noticed his presence all along. There was something strange about the monkey man. But there is always something strange about these god-men. The monkey man exclaimed in quite a poetic tone, without any surprise
"Ah haan ! you have come out. I just thought I should wait in the shade while you were in the cave. I was worried that I was late but I think I came just in time." then the monkey man relaxed himself and continued "not very fond of waiting myself and hence I try not make others wait."
you could not see the monkey man talk because of the mask. So it was difficult to guess his emotions.
" Waiting? " he said in surprise , "Waiting for me ? Who are you ?"
The monkey man knits his eye brow and says "Weren't you expecting me?" '
"I was expecting you ? Who are you ?"
The monkey man remained silent. As if all life in him had disappeared.
He seemed to be starring at him. Or was he looking somewhere else? one could not tell .
"Do I know you?" No response came from behind the mask.
The face did not seem familiar. Even if he knew the person he could not say.
He eyes seemed like those in photographs . From which ever angle you look he seems to be looking back at you. On closer look one realized he did not have eye balls.
"Where did you come from ? " No response.
His eyes were like marbles, dark and black. that just added to the strange and eeriness of the stranger. After all the strange things he had seen this was not something that he would not believe. 'Was the monkey man blind ?' He asked himself.
"You say you have come here for me . Do we know each other ? " No response
he was alive for sure, you could sense life in him. You could see him breathing.
He observed closer. The cheap plastic mask. The paper crown. He seemed to be from a village fair. The kind of places where people don't really care about the details put in the preparation. cheap make do things seem to satisfy the people.
" Are you from a village nearby ? Or some travelling fair ? "
The space was dead like a rock.Though the rustling of trees, chirping of crickets could be heard . the space seemed dead.
Though the man seemed silent and did not respond, there was something about him that would draw you closer. Or rather pull you within him. There was something deeper in his eyes.
he did not understand the stranger nor the strangeness of the situation. When he was alone , every now and then a fear used to grip him. What if the something happens to him. Would anyone notice him dead ? What he did not realize how did he get hear in the first place. He thought to him self that these things can only happen to him . The talking dogs, the sculpting winds, the man who talks to the winds, this random stranger and not knowing how he got hear in the first place. Now he was afraid even more than what he was before.
That night after he strangely saw talking dogs when he went home and he slept like a baby and the thought about the dogs was like a distant memory.but strangely he got at in the middle of the night. when he saw the time it was 03.21 am. On days like this sleep did not come back. It went on a stroll down the park, without mentioning when it will come back. At times like this a man's addiction come handy.
He settled on reading.That was a perfect medicine for his insomnia. But not that day. When you take the same medicine for a long time it seems to loose effect on you. Reading had don something similar. Sleep wouldn't come that night. He was reading Phillips Kerr's ' A pale criminal' . He for sure= knew that he would read the next of the trilogy. He was so gripped on it ever since he got his hand on the first part of it. He followed Herr Gunther through the night clubs of Germany till dawn.
At dawn he decided that he would have a early breakfast. He decided to go at the dhaba on the SH - 37 (SH for state highway). A place where he and his friends went frequently during the days of his college. Or the nights more to say. The night when he had debates with his friends regarding the possibilities of have a unique constitution and other topics about the existence of life and universe. Which now seem irrelevant .
end of chapter 2 ..
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