"A profound unmitigated loneliness is the only truth of life"
- R.K. Narayan

In the vague emptiness of Space, drifting to a supposed ethereal rhythm, yet tethered by seeming gravitational laws, a happenstance planet called Earth hung about. It rotated and revolved, like a lost child looking around and running about in search of its parents. But, to a certain eternal intelligence, it may have seemed like a puppy, tied to a tree and running round-n-round haplessly, hoping to shake off the lice infestation that plagued it.

But a certain bipedal inhabitant of Earth disagreed. Her species had worked out the movement of their home planet. It wasn't a rabid pariah vagabonding in Space; rather it was a jewel that danced to the galactic symphony of the stars. It's movement brought her light and darkness whenever she needed them. It changed the air around her, cajoled the plants to blossom and give forth fruits. It brought rain that she danced in, and winds that she sang with. And most of all, it brought her closer and closer to another bipedal who lived next door, the man whom she thought about all the time, the love of her life.

Theirs was a love that grew and matured over years. He was much older to her, rather her teacher in a way, and of all the things he taught her, the most important was the lesson of love. She had endorsed that lesson, and learnt it "by-heart".

Every day that planet Earth rotated, the two would meet, spend hours teaching and learning together, hold hands and look into each other's eyes. She had wanted to move closer, for him to hold her tighter, and do whatever he felt like after that. But he had gently refused. It was not the right time. In their world, they had laws and the laws had laid down that physical intimacy was not allowed until both partners were adults, which was the technical word for an inhabitant spending enough time on Earth until it completed eighteen revolutions.

And so it happened, that the two met everyday, looked into each other's eyes, and waited. They counted days and waited. Waited, for Earth to complete it's eighteenth revolution, for the puppy to run around long enough for the lice to meet.

Tonight was that night. She was on the verge of "turning eighteen" and it was the moment when they could take their relationship "forward". The Earth soldiered on, as it always did, aimlessly breaking through intergalactic space, careening into nothingness. And as it reached that point of nowhere - which it had crossed a countless times - she screeched in joy, leapt out of bed and ran to her neighbour's house, where in darkness, he waited for her, nude!

It seemed like, finally, that planet called Earth had moved with purpose.