Her mom always used to say,

Even when we would be miles away, apart from one another, with no remembrance of each other, without the sound of our own voices, void of the people we knew so well, We should always remember that as long as we are under the same moon, one day our paths shall cross.

I love mama Coco, but sometimes she speaks like an old monk, I nod my head and agree with her but deep down I have no slime of faith in what she said.

The thing about mama Coco is, she always knew how to make me feel better, her words may be absolutely not true, but they always came with a suiting and calm wind, almost as if the heavens agreed with her.

Years had passed after that evening, I had moved to the city, away from the tiny village of Mirakusa, I was working and earning a good sum, I had forgotten that evening , infact it was the last thing I would think about, it was so many years ago, I didn’t even remember what lead to that conversation.

I was working home one fine evening, now that I remember, it looked like that very evening (chuckles) when mama Coco talked, I was carrying a little bag by my side, I don’t know why I didn’t take my car that day but I just didn’t feel like it that day. Another bonus was my work place wasn’t too far from my home, and it was relatively safe so I had nothing to fear even though it was already late.

I hummed quietly into the night, whistling and humming, a cold breeze was blowing almost like the angel of death had descended. The pathway was pretty much empty, but I didn’t mind, I liked the quiet and serene environment, I don’t still remember what caused it, but as I got under the Cherry blossom tree, and caught sight of the moon peeping out among the branches, a strong wind blew and petals fell, it was truly a beautiful scene, until I fell flat on my face. I felt a strange sense of deja vu, as I struggled to get on my feet, a hand reached out to me and I unconsciously took on to it and rised up, dusting myself and picking my bag up , a cherry blossom petal fell on my face, I searched my face to peel it off, and I heard a melodious chuckle, yet again another wave of deja vu.

“you haven’t changed one bit” the voice said and as I looked up to identify the face under the moon rays, I saw COCO

I looked up to the moon and I chuckled, now that I remember, I recall mama Coco , she did always say;

“As long as we are under the same moon, one day our parts shall cross”

– short scenes by Lia.

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The message simply is, it doesn’t matter how long has gone by, or what has happened. It doesn’t matter the distance nor the time, but if you hold on true enough, as long as we are under the same moon our paths shall cross someday, you may not realize it when it will happen, or you may not even be there, but hold on, one day , it will happen.

🥀Pixie