The night a shade of pale charcoal was waiting for the approaching dawn. The moon still bright and nearly full was bathing the land with its gentle serene glow. The stillness of the hour hung like a shroud covering the land. The crickets had stopped chirping, the stray dogs lay curled up on the street, the crows and birds were still roosting. The cows alone were awake, they looked at me from across the fence with big wide-open eyes. The big docile bovines swung their tails and shook their heads ever so gently, as though afraid to break the stillness. The palm trees towering over my head and the coconut fronds peeking from behind the concrete pillars; all stood silently watching. A cool gentle breeze came wafting in my direction. Perhaps it had come from the nearby sea. It brushed the nearby Parijat tree and touched my face with that heavenly perfume of the delicate white flowers.
The ethereal fragrance of Parijat, the soft glowing moon, the dimly twinkling stars above, and the stillness of the land; together made the moment seem sublime. A sense of deep peace and pure joy welled up deep within me. I felt strangely connected to the moon, stars, trees, the land and the cows. As though the entire existence was a beautiful tapestry and we were all woven in that tapestry of existence with threads of stillness.
I glanced at the cows and they nodded their heads in silence as though they had read my thoughts and agreed with me.