Ever since I have started writing, moonlit night has always been the muse behind my scribbles. Though there are plenty of descriptions on sunset and beaches, it somehow never fascinated me. I was always a moon kinda person who would simply fall in love with that lifeless piece up in the sky and ditched every breathtaking view for that placid glimpse. I have spent the coldest of winter nights keeping the windowpanes wide open, looking blankly at the moon, with a hope that someday it will find its way back me. That never happened, neither did I stop waiting for it. It kept travelling with me my entire childhood and still peeps into my mind whenever I look at the sky, exhausted and hopeless, to console me. I found solace in dark. It was the beginning of winter when the world seemed the prettiest of all. The gentle touch of sunbeam melts in air and soothes your soul. The best part about cantonment area is the lush green which you might miss in civilization. This place was s...