Every night, I find myself looking up at the moon. Not because it is beautiful, but because it reminds me that even from miles apart, two people can still admire the same sky. The moon never asks why we are separated. It simply shines, carrying our unspoken words across the silence. Perhaps, love is a little like the moon— always present, even when hidden by clouds. I hope whenever you look at it, you remember that somewhere, under the same moonlight, someone is smiling because of you. No matter how far life takes us, the moon will always know our story. Because every night, it watched two souls fall in love. — Ek Doordarshi