The mountains beyond valley sparkled like as glitter got hurled up on them. Maybe the insanely lit-up galaxy patted off some dusty stars and they fell on the top of those hills. The night had some element of mystery, romance and coldness in it. Whispering crickets and kissing breezes were the verses of magic spell. Magic spell - the charm which would bound the skygazers all the while till dawn. And the moon - it glows beautifully in the dark, among the scattered clouds!.....
- Naina Pandey
(Mussoorie, Uttrakhand, India)