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I wish I hadn’t read that one book!

I wish I hadn’t read that one book,

For it was only a single dream that it took.

It was a simple childish fantasy,

But the novice me assumed it for some adult reality.

I wish I hadn’t read those 50 pages,

For I was living in the make belief cages.

Made for me, it was a nurturing cocoon,

But sadly, this was my childhoods only boon.

I wish I hadn’t believed in something, which was so tragic,

For I always thought that it was the truth named ‘Magic’,

Read to me it was, every single night,

And just so, I would wait every morning for my mighty knight.

I wish I hadn’t read about that Liz,

With stepmothers and dwarfs, and that magical kiss,

That romantic comedy, with elements of tragedy,

Which had nothing similar in consideration to my reality.

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The bed box

She was sitting on this dim corner of the cave, very peaceful, not even caring that she had lost her way, and that she was away from the company that she had entered with. The place was unnervingly silent, and the cool setting was a bit too much for her to take. Still, she sat there motionless and tranquil not thinking about the consequences. She knew someone would ultimately find her. She was also aware that subconsciously she wanted no one to discover her, and stay completely lost in her own world, hidden away from everything else.

That is when I woke up, realising that I was sleeping inside the bed box- the extra bed that the hotel provided. With that dream ending unexpectedly I could only hope for someone to come and push the bed box inside the bed and let me just sleep and to know that if she is eventually able to stay away from everything?

Why?

I stood there stumped, knowing not what to do, I had no idea what was happening, what was all the fuss about? The people around me were exhilarated, but why? I was at a party or a gathering, but why? Everything seemed chic and elegant, people sipping red wine, women bothered with their dresses, men seemed to be discussing on serious issues and in the end was an elevated stage, and someone was announcing my name. Oh! my name but why?

I stood there defining myself in the dark crimson evening gown holding onto my clutch and the phone, trying not to smudge my make-up. But as usual I embarrassed myself in front of everyone as the tears trolled down my kohl outlined eyes. I started walking towards the stage, took just a step ahead when someone blocked my way. A woman, she was holding a book in hand and as I look bewildered she thrust it towards me and also gave me a pen, but why?

I heard my name being announced yet again. I smiled and walked with tears in my eyes, trying to stop them, but why?

The woman stopped me again, an asked me to sign the book, but why? I saw the book and I couldn’t just contain myself. I lost all control. I cried and laughed, all at the same time. The book cover had my name on it and I just needed to sit down to get control of myself, but why?

With shivering hands I signed the book and the moment I returned it, I woke up; but why?

Why did I have to wake up?

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That dream

I am a dreamer, not only a day dreamer but I dream almost every other day in my sleep, sometimes it makes sense but the other times it is almost a chain of events which are not bound to happen or even more the chances of happening any of it or all of it together is negligible.

So what I saw recently?

I was in a bus journey with a couple of my friends; we are stacking our luggage and getting ready for the trip. We were all excited and yet I seemed lost, as always. I don’t know what, but something bothered me and kept me from being the chirpy me.

But just in a blink of an eye I was at a house, I know not where. I tried to figure out the house but I can remember nothing of it or no resemblance strikes me. I was standing at the end of it, in the last room when suddenly I realise the whole house is swathed in fire and I am screaming mad at the flames. But that is all I am doing, I am just standing there and screaming and trying in the least to save myself. Just when I realise that I am doing nothing I try to run through a slight space from the back door. (Sure the replication of our movies where most of the times that help)

And here, well just as I pass through the door, I am in the bus journey again with a different set of friends’ altogether. Now how did that happen? I sure did not see that coming.

But then one of my friend is saying that he will first drop me home and then leave, a lot has happened and I should take care of myself. Now why that? Why this dream? And why fire? Why should someone drop me? And how can I survive the damn fire? And how can all this be interlinked? I mean just how and why?

PS: I woke up with this dream in my mind and continued thinking about it all day long. I can not refer to any of it as a resemblance to my life, apart from my friends. Well if anything I’d like to know where exactly my trip was headed to? (If nothing I would have liked roaming about some hill stations or a beach.

The dream?

Two guys fighting over a girl, isn’t that the dream, girls?

Oh my God all these movies and novels, all these fuss on the romantic comedies and then I have seen people enjoying this literally. Hasn’t it always been a dream for girls that two men fight over them, a box in the ear, and a knuckle on the nose?

Then, it should have felt right, shouldn’t it? But no, it doesn’t at all feel right to me. I am all confused and harassed by this. These two men fighting over me, about me isn’t at all hilarious to me. Sure it is to you. But what am I supposed to do?

All I can think of kick them both in their butts and ask to them to…

But then they are good people. It’s just a matter of right and wrong. And yet this just doesn’t seem right. A fight, really? Like a serious one? I never imagined this would happen to me rather because of me.

And all my life long I thought this was a girls dream and it would be so exciting to have two men fight over me.

Seriously guys my life was super sad but was surely better without this drama. 😀

Dancing

She stood there handsome, tall yet rigid and taut. Her muscles contracted, her body tapered and she thought her senses wouldn’t retort to the beautiful rhythm that was about to play. Her palms were clammy with nervousness as she scratched the floor with her toes. Her partner in dance stood in front of her and she couldn’t make out his reaction. He may have tried to comfort her and yet all she felt was dis-comfort.

She took a deep breath, in and out and opened her eyes ready to face it, ready to complete the unfinished.

The moment the song went on; her body, her face, her expressions, her moves accustomed to the tempo and she moved as swiftly as lightning. It was as if she was never away from all of this.

She felt overjoyed and her happiness couldn’t know any boundaries. It was a simple dance routine yet it made her feel so euphoric. Only then did she realize that how much she had missed dancing. It was as if a part of her life was taken away from her life and now it was given back, fully recovered. She had never allowed her feelings to tamper in between and now that she had it all back her legs wouldn’t stop and her smile wouldn’t fade.

She was finally dancing.

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