Ugliness in disguise

She was on her prefect duty at recess time during school today. Her post was in the cafeteria, and there was not much for her to do there. She stared off into the school field that was located next to the cafeteria. Her eyes trailed along the field's emptiness, in search of anything interesting at all. She finally stopped at a dying, wilting plant that was right in front of her the whole time.

She looked down at it. She thought it looked ugly. But the bright morning sunshine was strong. It shone even upon that ugly plant. And she had a thought.

"What is it like to shine light upon ugliness? Will that make it beautiful?"

She kept the question in her mind.

She was wearing her favourite black Rock Festival T-shirt and light grey shorts. As usual, she had brewed her delicious vanilla milk tea in her prized white Fashion Art mug. She walked outside her house, through the back door, where the verandah was. She stepped onto the freshly-cut lawn with her bare feet.

Above her head, the silver moon glowed eeriely. Big chunks of fluffy clouds covered the moon, limiting its brightness. But the wind must have been blowing strong, for the clouds were moving away rather fast.

She stood there, waiting for the clouds to clear, still holding her mug of tea in her left hand. She lifted her right hand up and moved it, shaping an imaginary sword in the air. She kept the sword afloat with a pointing finger. With a sudden jerk, she saw and felt the invisible sword shoot towards her and pierce her heart.

"Ohh..." a soft exclamation escaped her lips.

She did that because she was hurt. She was depressed. She conjured up the sword and made it fly through her because she felt like doing it. Her action matched her mood at the time. She felt like giving up. Her mind and heart was in a chaos. Her inner self was screaming in agony.

She slapped her forehead with her free hand. "I need a chance to calm down," she finally decided.

She went and grabbed a chair from the verandah. She brought it onto the grass, positioned it so that it was facing the moon up ahead. She sat on it and brought her knees to her chest. She blew in her mug to make the tea less hot and sipped on it slowly.

She stared at the beautiful moon. She stared and stared at it. It was hypnotising. She looked around the moon, too. The clouds seemed as if they formed shapes of different creatures. She thought she saw a horse, dog, dragon, fish, bird and so on. She blinked, and noticed the millions of stars. Most of them were twinkling dots of light.

"The stars are dying..." she thought depressingly.

When stars seem to be twinkling to us, they are, in fact, exploding into pieces. Their lives as stars end. We, humans, made twinkling stars sound so cute while it actually notes the end of their purpose of existance. Not only that, humans also like to call clouds fluffy. Aren't they formed by water vapour? They get heavier and fatter each moment. I don't think they are as soft and fluffy as we think. Now, humans would say the moon is beautiful and would usually compare it to a beautiful person. But as we know, the moon is actually a ball of craggy surface, with holes and pits all over it, created by falling meteors.

Are we constantly covering up ugliness and crudeness with smooth words of beauty? We are pretenders. That's what we probably are.

But you have to admit it, we shone light upon ugliness and yes, it actually made it seem beautiful.

Moments passed by without her noticing. As she pondered over this matter, she knew that thoughts of him ran through her mind, too, but she felt calmer. She found herself being able to cope with thoughts of him.

She has calmed down.