Starry Staring Night

As soon as I get back home from work, I put down my bag, freshen up and leave for my walk on the beach with C. A brisk and refreshing walk. The beach looks beautiful at this time. The breeze is cool and the sky is decorated with small little stars. There is one star that is particularly brighter than the rest. Our first thought - it was Venus sparkling with all its might.

But we were wrong. There can't be two Venuses, can there? I claim myself to be very observant, then how is it that I didn't see the real Venus?

During one of our walks, C and I kept staring at that bright star. We thought we saw it move. In a few minutes we saw it becoming dimmer and dimmer and then it was gone! How could this be possible? This can't be a star! No way!
And the unnoticed Venus was still shining bright in the sky. What was that star then? Was it a star, anyway?

The next evening we saw it again and we'd see it everyday after that. Shining bright, moving away and finally disappearing. We went across to the coconut vendor who stood there and asked him if he knew what that light was. He looked at us as though we had come from Timbuktoo. He said it was a star and not a light. Little did he know! C and I wonder if there is anyone else besides us who's monitoring this light.

Is someone out there learning to fly? Is it a hot air balloon? Is it a light that the fisherfolks have put up? What is it? It's a mystery we're waiting to solve.
Till then, we'll be seeing stars...

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