It was a fairytale #4

The Truth.

I am in no state to write fancy words. The first truth is that I do not have the vocabulary to sew words into some captivating, mind-charming strings. It's been 7 days since I returned back home under these dire circumstances. The situation still does not seem to improve even a bit. Days have become so contrasting, varying and fluctuating, that too on the stress scale. Happiness and smiles come rarely (fortunately they come), and last only momentarily. Maybe they come during some comedy scene in a movie or during a one-liner joke in a stand-up comedy, but not necessarily every time. Each passing day makes it more difficult to laugh, to stay positive. The early part of the week, we all were still trying to push ourselves hard to stay positive, even when papa stopped going to his office. I could never have imagined him not going to his business for these many days. Even when we had to go for vacations, be it for a day or two, it used to be so difficult for him to take an off. Now,

It was a fairytale #3

She knows their worlds are far apart. But she still has hopes not in the reality but only in the dimension beyond space and time. She dwells in consciousness and unconsciousness. She has two sides – the one is real and the other is extreme. Her extreme bonded with his extreme and they became one. They felt one. It was not a feeling, not a thought, not an expression but a realization. They were in now. She doesn’t expect her king to go beyond his walls because she can’t run away from hers. She is trapped yet free and so is he. She wants to keep him alive and with her just like this – just in her stories. After all, that is what she always was, is and will be – a story teller. She met her other half who completed her story. Insanity met the hungry fool. He said, “Maybe that is how stories are written”. Losing was easy with him – losing herself. How much she longed for such a loss in order to feel her real self. The king wished to whisper in her ears, “I love you.”

The storyteller #2

As she stopped.She opened her eyes. Wide open. But unable to adjust to the over luminous environment. Again it was the same question. Where was she? But this time, it wasn't nowhere, it was definitely somewhere. There was light all around. Actually energy. Energy that she could feel. It was beautiful. Whatever it was, she didn't exactly know. But it was dynamic. Lot of activity was going on. She looked down. She was amazed to see where was she standing. It was some track. A weird track. There were many similar ones. All around her. Lots and lots of paths. Still more confusion. Earlier there wasn't any and now there are too many. Where to go. Some things were moving across those paths. But what were they? Big giant structures were visible at some distance. Should she speak something? She chose to remain silent. She observed. It was better than blankness. But it wasn't something solid on which those tracks were laid out. Everything was floating in a fluid. Everything emb

Silent emotions

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