Many thousands of years ago, Karjat was full of bogs. It was nothing like it is today. There were no hills, forests and coconut trees; just pools of dark glossy water as thick as hair oil. Every night when the moon rose up in the sky she would bless the sky and the elements around it with her moonbeams. But she was temperamental. On some nights she would not show up at all. She claimed s6he was too tired and that she needed rest in order to preserve her beauty. And when she did not show up, the stars stayed away as well, afraid to be alone without her in the black night. Who could blame them? For many a vile creature roamed the marshes on those nights. On the days the Moon did not appear, the sky would remain black and the werewolves would guard the night with their eerie and piercing howls. The black crabs, crayfish and ugly scorpions would scuttle out of the dark pools to meet their friends and feed on anything they could lay their claws on. No one could escape their evil eyes because these creatures dwelt in the glories of darkness and its distorting shadows.

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