The Moon That Walked With Us 🌙

In the quiet villages of Andhra Pradesh, where streetlights were a rare sight, the night sky was our only guide. Walking back home from the temple or a relative's house, we would look up and see the moon moving along with us. No matter how fast we ran, it kept pace. 'See, Chandamama is coming with us!' we would tell our grandmother, and she would smile, holding our tiny hands. Those nights, filled with the aroma of damp earth and distant sounds of crickets, hold a nostalgia so profound that even today, looking at the moon brings back the warmth of Amma's grasp and the magic of childhood innocence.