The Earth was shrinking behind them, a glowing blue pearl fading into the vast darkness. Dr. Aryan Verma adjusted the trajectory of his personal space car, merging onto the Interstellar Highway—a network of metallic lanes stretching between planets, guiding travelers like illuminated veins through the void. The hum of the vehicle’s propulsion system resonated through the cabin as Meera, Avni, and Ansh settled in for the long ride.
But not everyone had come along.
His parents had refused to leave Earth, firmly rooted in their ancestral home, a place where generations had lived and died, where their cattle roamed freely, and where the smell of fresh hay and wet soil was more comforting than the promise of technological advancement.
“Aryan, we belong here,” his father had said, leaning against the old wooden gate of their dairy farm, watching the family spaceship being readied for departure. “Who will care for our cows, our goats, the soil that has given us everything?”
His mother, usually quiet, had echoed the sentiment. “The Moon may have oxygen domes, but will it have the warmth of a monsoon rain? Will you ever feel the same joy watching a newborn calf take its first steps on that sterile ground?”
Aryan had no answers. The Moon’s biosphere colonies had advanced veterinary facilities, research labs, and even artificial pastures, but they would never hold the same soul as Earth’s natural ecosystems. He had spent his entire life tending to animals—not just as a profession, but as a bond, a responsibility. Leaving behind the family farm meant severing that connection.
Even the clinic he built with his own hands, where he had treated everything from injured stray dogs to prized racing horses, now stood in the past. It had been a place where he fought against the commercialized, profit-driven aspects of veterinary science, choosing instead to focus on healing with compassion. The bureaucracy, the pharmaceutical dominance, the constant pressure to conform to standardized treatments rather than holistic care—all of it had drained him. But leaving was no easy relief.
Children’s Struggles: Education, Friendships, and Loss
Avni, in her final year of college, had spent her last days on Earth researching lunar education systems. “Baba, their veterinary courses are different. The entire study structure focuses on genetically modified animals and bio-engineered species. What if I can’t adapt for. Actually she was fond of keeping these as choice subjects for her father being in the veterinary field?”
Ansh had been more emotional, clinging to his favorite rescue dog, Bruno, on the morning of departure. “Can’t we take him with us?” he had begged. The quarantine restrictions on interplanetary animal transport had made it impossible. Aryan had promised Bruno would be well cared for at the family farm, but that didn’t make it easier.
The separation from relatives, school friends, and even the rhythm of Earth’s natural seasons weighed on them. Festivals would now be celebrated in a simulated dome, where the air smelled recycled and the trees were artificial. No more running through open fields, no more cool evening breezes carrying the scent of blooming flowers.
But despite the pain of leaving, there was a strange relief.
Escaping the Chaos of Earth
As Aryan maneuvered through the orbital checkpoints, a sense of liberation washed over him. Earth had become suffocating—not because of its natural beauty, but because of the people, the systems, the mind games.
The work environment had grown more about politics than healing, where flattery mattered more than skill.
The corporate dominance over veterinary medicine had forced him into uncomfortable compromises, pushing treatments based on profit rather than genuine care.
His non-dualistic approach to Sharir Vigyan Darshan, which integrated the animal body with its spiritual existence, had been ridiculed as unscientific nonsense.
The constant pressure to conform, the invasive mind-molding culture, and the lack of respect for personal boundaries had become unbearable.
On the Moon, he hoped for solitude, focus, and a pure connection to his work—a place where he could study the deeper consciousness of animals without interference, without being forced into a commercialized framework of medicine.
Meera, watching him, sensed his unspoken thoughts. “Feeling lighter already?” she asked with a knowing smile.
“Yes,” he admitted. “At least up here, no one will try to twist my mind or question my beliefs every day.”
She squeezed his hand gently. “We’re not escaping. We’re just moving toward something better.”
The Space Highway: A New Kind of Travel
The Interstellar Highway was busier than expected.
Massive cargo freighters carried supplies to lunar colonies, while passenger ships transported workers, researchers, and families like theirs. They passed a floating restaurant-station, where holographic menus advertised everything from Earth-grown wheat pancakes to synthetic meat delicacies.
Meera chuckled as Ansh eagerly pressed his face against the window. “Even in space, humans can’t resist setting up highway diners.”
A few hours into the journey, they hit an unexpected traffic jam. A freight drone had malfunctioned, blocking one of the orbital lanes. The space cops hovered around, rerouting smaller vehicles.
“Looks like traffic jams are universal,” Aryan muttered.
As they waited, Avni scrolled through her lunar school handbook. “Baba, they have an advanced animal genetics research center in Luna Colony-5. You might find it interesting.”
Aryan nodded, intrigued. Perhaps the Moon wouldn’t be as lifeless as he feared.
Approaching the Moon: A Final Look Back
As they neared the Moon’s orbit, Aryan glanced at the rearview screen.
Earth was now a distant sphere, glowing softly in the darkness. It was beautiful yet unreachable, a place they had once called home but could never fully return to.
His father’s words echoed in his mind. “You may reach the Moon, Aryan, but my soul is rooted in this Earth.”
But his soul belonged wherever the animals were, wherever he could practice his dharma without chains, wherever he could be himself without fighting against the noise of the world.
And right now, that place was the Moon.
Their new life was about to begin.
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