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Dreams have a life of their own, breathing, growing,colouring your vision with shades of the
rainbow or smudging your sight with dark opague shades.
Astha looked out of the clear glass trying to trace the droplets of water trickling down unaware
of their end. Beautiful they were with their shiny sparkly round bodies,she wished that she could
rush like them,desperate to dissolve into the cosmos. Her hands were getting cold, she gets up
from the couch and steps towards the kitchen wanting to keep the the mug in the sink.
Warmth always escpases her even before she begins to get comfortable with,before she keeps the mug down she tries to scavenge the last bit.DONT !dont think, dont dream ,dont desire ,dont look forward,dont want. She looks out again at the pouring rain and smiles, it was ethereal the picture outside,green touching the skyline,droplets crashing down on the with a vengence,she took a deep breath to catch the wiff of the sweet fragnance that fills the air when the scorching earth drinks to its satisfaction.
Then bit by bit the images start to collate,she tries to turn away,tries to run away but they seem to be pulling her,cajoling her towards their cosy existance,she reprimands herself but their grasp is too strong. They show her a tommorrow thats so beautiful,so perfect how can she ignore how can she not walk towards the world her world when its perfect,where she is loved and cherished and the queen of somebodys heart and world.
A very bad idea,escapism is like a drink,a temporary solutuion. The next day you wake up to a splitting headache.But that does not keep you from drinking again.But as they say drinking to express joy is not the same as drinking to hide sorrow.
So finally with a lot of effort ground reality is embraced once again.Full stop.She gets up and goes across to the window and throws it open,wind gushes in with a vengence pregnant with bubbles of water and splashes on her face she has lived the moment.The cold brings her back to life,the breeze brings to her doorstep the beauty of life and she leans across to catch as much as she can of this miracle.There is the faint ringing of a bell and she tries to catch its sound trying to place it into the puzzle of her mind and it grows louder and consistent and with it gets mingled her mothers shout.its the door bell.She begins to close the window with a regret that all good things come to a end.Its her dad.
Well now there is no way she can go back to the window,something was missing she could feel it.
Her fingers find their way to the gold chain that she was wearing a habit whenever nervous.Suddenly her whole body hits panic mode ITS MISSING.she dashes of towards her bedroom and throws the window open,this time the breeze has lost its charm the drops of rain are nothing but a hindrance.she tries hard to look down at the parapet but cant see a thing.The
distance was not great but at the same time enough to make her dizzy she had vertigo.
She was dead meat if her dad ever found out.She had to get it back.there was a stool at the side
of the cupboard onto which she climbed holding on to the window railing.
Trying to balance herself and not slip she gingerly let herself down,the rain was blinding her vision with a quick prayer she jumped hoping to land without a bruise or a break.Something cracked beneath her and she knew she had landed on a pot,quickly looking down what lay beneath her she tried to assess the damage. It was a flash a moment i guess light thundered in the sky and everything around her was clothed in silver.Then it was over and with it the rain.
She heaved a sigh of relief and stood up with the gold chain in her hand.Instinctively she searched for the window ceiling so that she could climb back to her soft bed and warm blanket.
It was electricity for sure that stung her and she was thrown away it took quite a few minutes for her to realise that she was lieing flat in a pond.
rainbow or smudging your sight with dark opague shades.
Astha looked out of the clear glass trying to trace the droplets of water trickling down unaware
of their end. Beautiful they were with their shiny sparkly round bodies,she wished that she could
rush like them,desperate to dissolve into the cosmos. Her hands were getting cold, she gets up
from the couch and steps towards the kitchen wanting to keep the the mug in the sink.
Warmth always escpases her even before she begins to get comfortable with,before she keeps the mug down she tries to scavenge the last bit.DONT !dont think, dont dream ,dont desire ,dont look forward,dont want. She looks out again at the pouring rain and smiles, it was ethereal the picture outside,green touching the skyline,droplets crashing down on the with a vengence,she took a deep breath to catch the wiff of the sweet fragnance that fills the air when the scorching earth drinks to its satisfaction.
Then bit by bit the images start to collate,she tries to turn away,tries to run away but they seem to be pulling her,cajoling her towards their cosy existance,she reprimands herself but their grasp is too strong. They show her a tommorrow thats so beautiful,so perfect how can she ignore how can she not walk towards the world her world when its perfect,where she is loved and cherished and the queen of somebodys heart and world.
A very bad idea,escapism is like a drink,a temporary solutuion. The next day you wake up to a splitting headache.But that does not keep you from drinking again.But as they say drinking to express joy is not the same as drinking to hide sorrow.
So finally with a lot of effort ground reality is embraced once again.Full stop.She gets up and goes across to the window and throws it open,wind gushes in with a vengence pregnant with bubbles of water and splashes on her face she has lived the moment.The cold brings her back to life,the breeze brings to her doorstep the beauty of life and she leans across to catch as much as she can of this miracle.There is the faint ringing of a bell and she tries to catch its sound trying to place it into the puzzle of her mind and it grows louder and consistent and with it gets mingled her mothers shout.its the door bell.She begins to close the window with a regret that all good things come to a end.Its her dad.
Well now there is no way she can go back to the window,something was missing she could feel it.
Her fingers find their way to the gold chain that she was wearing a habit whenever nervous.Suddenly her whole body hits panic mode ITS MISSING.she dashes of towards her bedroom and throws the window open,this time the breeze has lost its charm the drops of rain are nothing but a hindrance.she tries hard to look down at the parapet but cant see a thing.The
distance was not great but at the same time enough to make her dizzy she had vertigo.
She was dead meat if her dad ever found out.She had to get it back.there was a stool at the side
of the cupboard onto which she climbed holding on to the window railing.
Trying to balance herself and not slip she gingerly let herself down,the rain was blinding her vision with a quick prayer she jumped hoping to land without a bruise or a break.Something cracked beneath her and she knew she had landed on a pot,quickly looking down what lay beneath her she tried to assess the damage. It was a flash a moment i guess light thundered in the sky and everything around her was clothed in silver.Then it was over and with it the rain.
She heaved a sigh of relief and stood up with the gold chain in her hand.Instinctively she searched for the window ceiling so that she could climb back to her soft bed and warm blanket.
It was electricity for sure that stung her and she was thrown away it took quite a few minutes for her to realise that she was lieing flat in a pond.
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