Trip to the moon.

“God exists” I declared

He looked up the sky,” do you think he is sitting there, watching two drunk people talking about him?” he asked.

“Nope, he is every where… like the ether medium…inside everything considered as matter, you and me” I clarified.

“So he will hear if I call him a f@##er?” he asked.

“I think he already knows what you think of him”.

But my answer didn’t do any good. He yelled up in to the sky “you f@##er, I don’t think you exist”. I rolled my eyes. Too much of alcohol.

Suddenly he noticed the moon. “I want to go to the moon”, he said with a smile.

“Surely you can”. I was about to preach him the nothing-is-impossible crap, but he said “yeah I will, one day”. He was full of hope. It was a good thing. I like people having hopes for the impossible. They are fools to the realists, but a good company to the alcoholics.

His trip of going to the moon was to die, then to decay. Then one of his hydrogen molecules will escape from the earth’s atmosphere, and then he will enter the orbit of the moon. Too smart for a drunken guy eh?

“Perhaps, I can die too and sent one of molecule along with you. We will fuse together, in the moon becoming helium and giving out hell lot of energy”, I said looking at the moon myself. I just wanted to give him a company in his trip to moon, like I was giving him company in drinking.

I didn’t mean it to be romantic. The guy who was standing in front was almost a stranger, but all I wanted to do was to show compassion. To show him that I like his company… and that many will like his company. To show him that there are a lot of good people here in earth and that he doesn’t have to go to the barren moon to find peace.

He looked at me now. After a bit of hesitation, he bent down for a kiss. I didn’t move, denial clearly in my eyes. I didn’t want to be kissed, or maybe I didn’t want to be kissed yet. He understood my reluctance and straightened up.

“Want to get some more beer?” he asked sportively. “Yeah” I replied immediately feeling relieved. We both sprinted out to get some more beer. No more talks about the moon, we decided.