Looks so perfect.. a glowing white disc against a dark background...full moon shining bright and a clear cloudless sky...my Chandamama. When I was very young, someone pointed at the dark spots on the moon n said it was an old lady sitting there n watching over us. I found the old lady very amicable n used to love watching her lying on my back n wondering how she got there till I drifted into the fantasy land of hers. When I was young someone else laughed at my ridiculous story of the old lady and told me it was a rabbit n Alexander put it there. Bingo! it really was a rabbit. I could very clearly make out its ears n mouth. How silly of me to think it was an old lady??!!! And thus I was enlightened by the knowledge imparted by the wise one. When I was not so young did my science teacher finally overrule all those beautiful fables and succeeded in drilling into our puzzled minds all those really real fundas of natural satellites n the whole phenomenon of lunar cycles. Initially I had difficulties to step out of fantasy into reality and still admire him. It took me a while to figure out that it doesnt matter what he really is.. whether its an old lady or a rabbit or some craters, I still find him beautiful....beauty divine. I guess those black spots on the otherwise perfectly clear moon is what makes him more real....imperfect but real and brings him closer to my heart making him my dearest friend. He is the one who always plays the role of the listener, a very patient listener indeed....towards my complaints, outbursts, silly talks, silent tears and the endless mirth over my self proclaimed achievements. He is pretty mischievous at times n a real good 'hide-n-seek'er especially on a cloudy day. He is a friend I can always count on. No matter how much I talk about him there is always more to say. No matter how many times I see him im never satisfied. In short i love him... I love him a lot...he is my favorite Chandamama!