She was laughing, showcasing her perfect white teeth, I could feel my world illuminate, warmth seeping down my veins in this chilly day, I can spend hours and watch her laugh, hear the laughter reverberating in her throat gently, then wide out in the open, giving the feeling that the world was a good place to live in, and then she vanished,into the air, 'and what seemed corporal melted as breathe into the wind',as if 'the earth hath bubbles and she was one of them' gone was the laughter, the sound of it,gone was she, I shivered...
I opened my eyes tentatively, to prevent them squirming from the bright sunlight only to realize that I was not in my room. The reason being, my room was always shrouded in darkness, with two ventilator type windows that open to a hostel corridor, it is always difficult to say whether it is day or night in my room, it was the perfect place to do the thing I loved the most, Sleeping.
I tried to recollect where I was, I got my answer instantly when I heard the voices, chirping away in glory, making plans to go out somewhere. Everything was still foggy, what was I doing here, and as I thought over it, the previous day's events came tumbling down to me. Instantly I felt tears pricking my eyes, is this reality or was I still in midst of my worst nightmare. Little was the difference between reality and my worst nightmare, I dared to crack a joke knowing it was cracking all of me.I don't want to wake up.
I want to sleep forever.
get over it....move on....its for your good..
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DeleteEverything here is fictitious. Don't read much into it. :-)
i hope so..:D
Deleteyeah she is ryt. ignore the things nd move on.....
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading it, and for the comment.
DeleteA nice read. A very elusive style of writing. You have definitely conveyed the warmth of that laugh and it is certainly evident that you miss it. The elusive part is that a reader like me does not know more about the exact incident which happened or it does not really convey the meaning in a direct sense. It takes more than one read to start to peel away the simple words and to try and reach the same sense which you have tried to convey in a subtle manner. But again, that is the beauty of the entire writing...subtle and elusive!
ReplyDeleteOverall a good read...hope to read more stuff by you soon...
I would like to leave you a message here: This is the last line of a story by me entitled "One Grey Morning":
Life...it goes on...
Thank you so much for your precious time.
DeleteIts incredible, how you have deciphered the exact setting, mood and feelings of the narrator.
Yeah the message is really encouraging, will always keep that in mind.
Had I known better, I'd have asked you to move on! Nevertheless, a great start. Keep up the good work!
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That's the thing about living in an illusion. It is always more soothing, more comforting. It always finds its way to lure one under its influence. But sooner or later reality sets in. No matter how much the pain is, eventually you get over it. Always. Getting over with it is only possible when you completely embrace the reality. The sooner it is done, the less harsher it will be.
ReplyDeleteLoved your work. Always have. It's beautifully portrayed. The part about the dream is enticing. Loved the ending. Keep going!