Sound Of The Shore

Sound Of The Shore

Whispers of waves......Are so loud,

It surrender its story to the world through these sound,

wherever the horizon stands

I don't want to go;

But the sound that bay ,is what I really want to know,

Twilight  shines at sea ,

while nature changes its breeze.

Recall!the night is suppose to come,

All the habits of the day will be gone.

A new time , anew light ,a new horizon,

But one sound always stays the same for a reason,

Its constant reminder of the alive nature;

Its the purest form of whisper.

Waves never keep secret 

Waves never ever regrets

It always comes with a shock,

How loudly it shares every story with the rocks.⚓

❣ Encounter ❣

Please check out the previous chapter first if you didn't read --->Chapter 1

Chapter~2

❄Stranger❄

Ayesha couldn't sleep well at nights because she used to get bad dreams , they were frightening like monsters . Occassionally early in the morning she used to find herself waking up sobbing ,with tears in her eyes. This morning again, a bad dream jolted her back from sleep. It's Sunday ,this day every week she never used to spend with family but she used to go to library. She picked up her phone to check the time --- 8.30 a.m. On Sundays she never set alarm nor anybody used to wake her up. She lazily freshened up and went downstairs. The morning she spent helping Mrs. Dutta in kitchen , made breakfast . Then leaning on the sofa watched highlights of previous night's football match with uncle and as usual, had a huge argument where she supports Madrid but uncle is a Barcelona fan. It was always a never-ending fight between them. Time seemed to fly rapidly when Mr, Dutta and Ayesha used to spent time in that living room having the telly on, in their own, separate couch that Mr. Dutta recently bought and announced it to be his favorite, that left Ayesha the old sofa but she used to find it comfortable so she never really complained. Weekends were always fun,Mr Dutta used to call it 'house-full, because when Mr. Dutta used to come to sped his holidays , Mrs. Dutta  always looked delightfully excited and used to cook delicious dishes and Ayesha liked spending time with them so much that she, especially on sundays used to get very little time in her room sitting on the bed alone like the other days.  After having lunch Ayesha went to room, took her purse, diary, phone in her black leather backpack which was very old but still kicking.

She went out late today .

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It was 4.00 . When she put on her usual black sneakers and came outside it was already cloudy and colder , no trace of sunlight anywhere . Winter in Shillong is very cold and dry. Though it was February....springtime there , that year winter must have decided to stay longer . Ayesha had come from a place that is hot and humid most of the year so it's been hard for her to adapt to the climate in Shillong. Ayesha liked cloudy days as long as it was not windy unlike that day. She didn't wanna walk in the cold so she took a bus .
It's a local library, senior citizens in their locality set up a club room big enough to fit 18 bookcases filled with different books in different languages . There are sci-fi section, horror, mystery, adventure in thr corners of the hall, from Sherlock to Shakespeare -one could find anything here. At the end of hall and right on the opposite of the main door there were books of the greatest classic tales of authors around the world  The library has been there for seven years , few days ago, they replaced old ,wooden tables with new ones with lamps on them, they were kept in the middle of the hall. A new, young librarian could be seen, sitting at a table near the door.

 There is a delightful sound in silence. Both in her rooftop accommodation and here Ayesha liked the quietness and calmness around her - only the sound of pages and the very familiar smell of old books..... perfect place to get lost in the world of words .
She entered the best seller section ,in farthermost corner where recently a wonderful, large painting of Umiam lake has been hung on the wall .  Last sunday , she saw few New York bestselling novels arrived. In this corner the shelves were new,wooden and newly arrived books were juxtaposed , so it didn't take her long to find the book she had been looking for.
 It's the era of internet, so she had already read the pdf of this book. She picked the book, the blue paperback cover said THE FAULT IN OUR STARS by JOHN GREEN , Ayesha leaned on the wall ,held up the book and started reading the preface and the reviews . Few minutes passed. Ayesha was just about to turn the page over after finishing the review , when a husky voice startled her, "reality triumps over love".  Ayesha was so much into the book that she didn't notice a guy was standing behind her looking at the book. She turned around and took a few steps back because in order to see what book she was reading the guy came close to her.
"How long have you been standing there?" Ayesha asked .
"Sorry didn't mean to frighten you . I was curious to know what book you were reading. It looked familiar." He replied.
Ayesha took a good look at him now, the guy was almost six feet tall, pale skinned. He was wearing a black shirt making him look fairer. The guy was looking at Ayesha therefore she could see his big black eyeballs , pointed nose and sharp jawline that tapered to a pointed chin, was making him so good-looking.
He leaned a little towards Ayehsa and said ," I believe you like reading these kind of romantic books,miss."
Ah! His voice.
Ayesha can't remember hearing such soft yet manly voice before. Instead of answering Ayesha asked," have you read this book?"
"Yes, but I don't usually like such painful ending in love stories. "
" I like the writing. I don't have any liking in particular , no matter what the story is , I appreciate the writers' skills, how they draw the characters and cone up with so many exceptionally awesome stories."
"So , she is a bookworm." he said while running his hand on the book he was holding in his hand .
Ayesha tried to sneak a peek at the book from her glasses ---- ARMS AND THE MAN.
"Bernard Shaw." She smirked.
Suddenly he got excited ,maybe he was waiting for Ayesha to notice his book,"You know what I like about this book?"
Ayesha sat at a table. Not more than 8 people including Ayesha were in the library, so it was very quiet. It made a loud noise as soon as the guy dragged the chair and sat down right next to her and put his book in front of Ayesha ,said," read this"pointing at a sentence written on the cover of the book ---- "an antiromantic comedy in three acts"
Ayesha smiled and looked at him, he was smilingly staring at Ayesha.
Oh! Even the lines on his cheeks when he smiles are so attractive that she got lost for few seconds.
"So what's the story that made you like this book so much or you just like it because it's antiromantic." She said.
" You are highly mistaken if you're thinking of it as a not-very-romantic story. This is a classic play about the serbia-bulgarian war where the author tells the story of a serbian soldier falling for the fiance of a bulgarian officer and how in the end  love conquered. You should read this book " He said and pushed the book towards her.
Ayesha said, " Never read Bernard Shaw, but it sounds like a great plot. " Ayesha picked up the book.
"This time, why don't you take home this book. You'll love it. The play has classic taste with pinch of sweet 'falling in love moments' between the characters. Trust me. This is just the book you want to read." He sounded confident.
He smilingly rolled up his sleeve (his veins on mascular arms were showing )and ran his fingers through his perfectly backbrushed hair. When a normal looking guy does it, usually that never catches our attention..... But when it's a terribly handsome man who's paying all his attention to Ayesha and at the same time he's got a great taste in books does...well , it made her heart skip a beat .
Ayesha was hesitant. He noticed that .

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" I never said I'm an antiromantic reader. I just don't like the sad partings, where one leaves and the other live rest of the life in agony waiting for the lover to come back in spite of knowing that love has left once and for all. No thanx. I'm rather happy with how this book ends." He said .
" Then, how does it end ? Are you satisfied with Shaw's ending ? " Ayesha immediately asked.
" How this play ends....that is for you to find out. But I'm overwhelmed by the way their love bound them and ,the play? It has got all the interesting victuals for a reader's hunger." He answered.
For next few minutes, they were silent, because the guy was replying to a text while Ayesha decided to go through the classic play which she already started to find interesting after being told about it so well.
" I'll tell you the plot summary. But, before that can we take this conversation to a coffee table? I hope you know the cafe across the street?" He asked.
There was indeed a cafe near , Ayesha noticed so many times , people especially couples going in but never went there because she's always come to the library alone and when it's a cafe she prefers to go in with a companion.
Ayesha smiled, " I'd rather read the book and find it out by myself. Thanx." She got up and picked the book .
Ayesha went to keep the other book back in shelf. She thought the guy had already left but she found him still standing near the table when she headed for the door.
" you're still here?" She asked.
" Where are my manners...." He smiled," I'm really sorry. I haven't introduced myself yet. I am Armaan. Armaan Ahuja. It was nice to meet you,miss ." He said.
"Ayesha, you can call me Ayesha. Nice to meet you too." It was late and it was getting colder and she didn't have her sweater in her bag today.
" How will I know if you liked the book or not? Afterall I suggested it." Armaan eagerly waited for her to answer.
" I come here every Sunday. " Ayesha replied .
" Ok then. I'd love to hear the book review , next Sunday, same time but the place will be just across the road." It took Ayesha few seconds to understand that he meant the cafe.
Ayesha didn't say much cause she had to rush, " See you . And thanks for the book." She said and left in hurry . After crossing the road she saw, he was still looking at her standing at the library's main gate, she smiled as much convincingly as she could. 
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❣ Encounter ❣

Chapter~1

 ❆ Ayesha's Story ❆

Like every other day, Ayesha put her glasses on the table and sat by the window wearily and looked out. it was her favorite time of the day. Just before dusk, when the last sunlight of the day reflects below the horizon, the rays of sunlight are clearly seen coming through the clouds , making it look like a painting outside the window .There was only a grassland  outside this portion of the house , hence it was a wide, magnificent view of the sun kissing the hills and dusk falling over the town. Ayesha closed her eyes and sighed. Ayesha turned 24 last week, yet she hadn't grown even one inch taller than five feet , made her really upset sometimes. Ayesha was introvert, shy girl so the attic has become her  beautiful, little world. She used to live with her aunt in Shillong. It was a family of three until Ayesha was sent here when she was 14. It was her parental uncle's house and her room once used to belong to uncle's son , Purav who resented her for taking away his room.

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She used to live in Kolkata with her parents. She was the only child . Ayesha's father used to work in a factory as a mechanic.  With his insufficient salary, their family was  happy. She was 13 when her mother was diagnosed with cancer. She was too young to know how fatal the disease was or what the upshot could be. Her mother was kept under the supervision of doctors and also had to undergo a surgery. Doctors said it was caused by a tumor in her left chest. It used to cause chest ache which she completely ignored and it resulted in cancer. Treatment was expensive so his father had to borrow a large amount money from various lenders in order to save Ayesha's mother though everybody knew all the effort was not of any use. She kept fighting with cancer for several months, her body kept aching more and more as time passed, even after receiving chemotherapy her body gave up and she passed away in the hospital bed. Ayesha saw everything, her mother struggling, crying every time she saw Ayesha at the hospital, longing to go back home till the moment she took her last breath. Ayesha saw her mother's eyes full of desire to live.

That was a hard time for her and her father. Few days after the funeral, Ayesha became 14. In her mother’s absence  ,she used to take care of all the household works. Father used to work overtime. So Ayesha gradually learnt to stay alone at home. Every time she got scared or feel lonely, she used to comfort herself , saying "one day, everything will be fine."

But, nothing was fine. The worst was yet to come. Her father was running into debts. Lenders were putting pressure on him, few young boys used to come home often and shout at him, asking him for the debt repayment.  Ayesha used to see all this happening from behind the kitchen door. Father was miserable.

There was always awful silence in the house. When , winter came that year, father decided to send Ayesha to her uncle's place . Ayesha happily agreed when dad said , " why don't go spend few days at your uncle's ?"

" Really? " She smiled.

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They were sitting on a torn mat on the roof, father was having tea and Ayesha was gladly looking at him. Not everyday father takes time of his work and relaxes and talks to her like this. But little did she know that father was fired for he could not pay the money back which he took from office, moreover this poor man yelled and cried out of agony and grief .

“Your uncle is coming, tomorrow. I have already talked to him. Your better start packing now. And make sure you take everything with you. All your necessities.  “He patted her back and said, “It’s going to be a long vacation."

Ayesha's smile faded away,"you are not coming?"

"No. Father has to go to work. He cannot take leave now."

“For how many days?" Ayesha asked.

"Huh?"

"For how long will I stay there?" Ayesha repeated.

“For few weeks....just go, enjoy, live with your uncle and aunt. You will have your brother there, you won't be lonely. No workloads and only fun. Only work and no fun has made my baby so unhappy. So I decided to send you there. "

"Send me ? What do you mean by that? You will live alone? Take care of the house and do all the work by yourself? You hardly can do a work or cook. I won't leave you. No." Ayesha shouted.

"You will go . Don't forget I am the one who makes the decisions and you will do as I say and that's final. And it is for your own good. "That was the first time she saw her father so angry and sad.

Ayesha still remember the next day when uncle came to take her , she was not crying, she was angry, her father was sending her away on purpose.

So many years have passed, she had turned 24 now. Father used to call sometimes , once in a week , then twice in a month, then suddenly stopped calling her. She knew uncle and father talks on the phone often but it's been so long since uncle heard from him. Ayesha often smiled looking at herself in the mirror ..."quite a vacation".

Shillong is a one of the smallest states in the northeastern part of India. The city lies in the middle of plateau surrounded by rolling hills, that once used to remind the Europeans of Scotland. That's why it is also  called 'Scotland of the east'.

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Uncle had a little house in Shillong. It was one storeyed brick masonry, making it look like a bungalow with a front porch ,a wide space decorated with aunt's flower pots and few vegetables she planted. This was the house where father spent his childhood days with his parents and brothers, therefore, one portion in the front of the house where the kitchen ends , the bricks were broken, the soil was craggy and there was a swing-set once that fell into disuse, had  collected rust in all these years. Main road was outside the metal gate at the entrance and  grassland on the opposite side of the house. The road ended at the house then the extensive meadow went  straight down to the foot of Meghalayan hills.

Ayesha liked the room .It's a small yet cozy space tucked away on the roof. It had a children's bed comfortable enough for Ayesha at the end of the room on the left of door.  There was a dormer window on the opposite of door , used to provide a great view of the widespread meadow meeting the foothills, far from the chaos of the town. There was a small,  dressing unit uncle brought with an oval mirror on it. She gave a little touch of her own decoration , in one part of the closet she put the collection of her books which outnumbered her clothes and somehow managed to put all her clothes in the rest of space and there is a table beside it. Books were her companion in her happy days, in her blues, in loneliness . When things were going wrong , father was in pain , Ayesha stopped going to school and used to read books for long hours ,sitting in the kitchen. That was how the bookworm was born.

Uncle, Niketan Dutta was a high school teacher. He used to  spend most of the time in Assam for work , 4hours 30 mins from Shillong. He always wanted to become a poet. But, poverty triumphed over pen. They were four brothers and grandpa earned very little, father was a school go-er when other two elder brothers fought over a failed business and both left the house with their wives to start new career and moved to new cities in order to start fresh. Therefore, uncle became a teacher and stood by his father's side and a poet stopped dreaming from then on. So, he writes poetry at his leisure now. Last year he published his second book and was praised by so many poetry lovers. Ayesha read the first book he brought for her , she liked it.

Aunt and brother never used to hover over her. Mrs. Dutta used to suffer from a pain in her right knee. Doing all the works at home, walking back and forth often made her ill. She was annoyed, when she came to know Ayesha would be living with them but gradually they became good friends when Mrs. Dutta found a lovely,helpful ally in Ayesha. Ayesha's life was unlike any Cinderella story. Aunt never tormented her nor asked her to work , instead she chose to take care of her own duties and she also looks after her brother when aunt is sick.

 Uncle used to come home every weekend. Hence, weekends were the days when she got to stay alone at home since three of them used to go out to have their own family time together. There were many lakes, parks to visit in Shillong, inundated with tourists and local people. She never regreted saying"no" , everytime she was asked if she wanted to join them, because somewhere she had always felt that her presence could bother their family time. Rather those days were her happy days, she stayed at home, she got to read the books she used to bring from the library every sunday.

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the next was sunday, Ayesha had to go to the library to bring a new book , so she decided to have dinner early. She spent long time sitting by the window, thinking about - what else ? Mum and pappa. Finally she got up and put on another sweater. It was colder that day . During the month of February to march it used to remain cold and nights were freezing.  She picked up the lotion and started rubbing it on her hand. "  It's the valentine's week. " She told herself,looked up at the mirror and realized her hair had grown long, her ivory skin had become paler due to dry weather and cheeks had become chubbier. Round, maroon glasses on her small, snub nose and big brown eyes with natural, long lashes made her look no beautiful. Who would fall for such a doll face? 
Mum was her best friend . Ever since she lost her mother she had felt so lonely that sometimes in that small room it used to become hard to breathe, felt like an unfamiliar solitude choking her. Father didn't keep in touch anymore. Though it had been so many years, she never could fraternize well with uncle's family. Loneliness was all she had now but that didn't bother her anymore. But the heart wants what it wants. Somewhere there was a blank space she longed for someone to come and fill up.

"Ayesha, please take your dinner ." Aunt's voice paused Ayesha's thoughts, she ran downstairs.

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She added,” he is, he is getting ….. getting married , actually. Alex almost jumped . “ what? When? How? How it all happened? When did he decide to…. I  mean….. suddenly ? marriage?”

I was stunned . I asked, “ but why acting so weird, why not telling us then. You could inform me. You know how important he is to his friends.  Then why did you not call us?” I almost shouted at her.

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Aunty looked down and what she said, that freaked me out.” She is a very good girl. Our family met her parents at a wedding a year ago and we liked her very much. She is of same age of Sumer. Few months ago , her mom and I were chatting on the phone and her mom said she wanted to marry off to a good family. Then, we thought Sumer and decided to…..” she was looking at me. I could not even react .

There was one thing about Sumer only his family was aware of and me among the friends. he was never into girls. He liked men.

I kept staring at her with anger and shock. There was a question in my eyes she answered, “ he is happy with the decision. “

“ No he is not. “ I yelled. Because , ever since I knew him I was told that nobody in his house supported him . Never. When it became unacceptable, they started to treat him badly, looked for god families , good girls and forced him to get married. Those shitty brains in his family used to think “ what will people say?” they were scared. What if society does not accept him? But this? This is the solution? To make the society believe that he is Man they think he is.  Being a gay is never a crime. They never understood. Uneducated people in his house did not actually know what or how he was or how much pain he was in. When everybody lost faith in him, he found me whom he could rely on , who was always there for him. Maybe, that’s what made our bond so strong. 

My head was burning. I got up and left. I could feel his agony. I had to meet him . I called .  No answer. Left messages. No reply. Wrote that I knew everything and wanted to meet him at least for once .

There was a park not so far from his house. We used to go and sit on two old swings there for hours. I wanted him to meet me there. But how? He never answered.

Waited for him in the park but he did not show up. Went to his house again. No sign of him.

The very next day I had flight  . I left angry and upset. How can I forget that? How can I forget what I left , how I left and how much I miss everything I left. I wish things were different….not so complicated, not so heart-breaking .  Left my hometown , but not with a good memory nor a smile.

Then, for one year I kept contacting my friends asking for Sumer’s whereabouts.  But, nobody knew nothing about him or where he or how he is. But, one thing they confirmed that he never got married. I heaved a sigh of relief after getting that news. The people I was asking about Sumer must have informed his mom .  Because, she called. And after what she said, everything was clear. I learned that the day before wedding day, he left the house. He was angry, did not want to stay in that house where he has no right to live  his life the way he wants to, where he is always looked down upon , where his dearest parents are never supportive . He packed bags and left. Aunty was crying .

Then she said he now lies in Noida, Mumbai.  He has a job at a renowned company and recently he has moved in with a man, three years older than him, he owns a business and runs an orphanage, has his own house in the outskirts of the town…… and  most important , they are happy together.

I am happy with what I have today. But , maybe not for long. After few months, I will again have to go back to that obvious discomfort in that house in Delhi where we  somehow manage to stay together and call it a ‘happy’ family. Same old shit everyday. But I am glad to hear about Sumer. He has got a new family now…. love, peace, comfort, shelter and the freedom he was longing for….he has everything.

This year , India’s top court overturned a  157 year old law criminalizing gay sex in a landmark victory for gay rights in the world’s largest democracy. It was told by the chief justice “ the freedom can only be fulfilled when each of us realizes that the LGBT community possesses equal rights.’’ It shows the rapid social change in India by diminishing the wrong history .People celebrated after the Supreme court verdict in every city, every corner of India.  So many people like my friend , Sumer are happy and free today, they are finally given equal rights and respect in the society and will not ever be looked down upon . So many families , so many lives have finally got to taste the pleasure of freedom.

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Kolkata, city of joy, is very welcoming . it has a big heart inundated with generous, fun-loving folks everywhere. It was once India’s capital under British rulers. Well, I did not know it. Because Kolkata is unknown to me. The city , I am from , is the capital city of India right now. I am a girl from New Delhi, moved to Kolkata a year ago. People say , you do not know what is waiting  for  on your journey ahead. Never had given it a thought until my journey took an unexpected , unforeseen turn. I guess, from then a new chapter in my life started. Back in New Delhi we had an apartment. Me and my parents. Well, Sunita is my stepmom. Three  years after I was born things became complicated ….mom did not want to live with my dad anymore. I used to ask every other day, “ why mom does not stay at home? “ , “ why does she leave so early in the morning and why she never takes care of me , never even ask about me ?” these questions  used to haunt me . I used to sit on the couch staring at our door , longing for that one hug from my mom .  but I was too young to be told that she used to live with someone else and my parents were already separated . I was a good kid, used to do all my works on my own . things were going good even without mom.

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 But  when I was in high school, dad decided to get married again.  I knew he was seeing someone. Then , Sunita moved in and for them, it was a happy family. But I never could get over the memories of mom even though I knew that she had a choice to stay but she chose to leave me .

Days passed, Sunita used to take care of me very well and best thing about her…. She is a brilliant cook. I may not be her daughter but she treats me like  her own child. But things did not go well for long. Dad used to stay away for months.
 And when he used to return , he used to find Sunita mad at her  and then they argued , quarreled for hours . after some days Sunita left and then dad went over to her father’s place to get her back. But no full stop in the situation. Anger, quarreling , shouting , crying never stooped. I finally decided to take a leave from that prison.  That night  made a ticket and next day took the flight for Kolkata. My college was finished. I was looking for job . so, taking some time off would not be a bad idea. So, here I am now in Kolkata with my grandparents. They are lovely couple and what amazed me about them was they never yelled at each other. No fight, no getting mad, no anger  around me.  Not to mention…. I am happy. I was always fond of ice creams. And the combination of ice cream cones with headphones on my ears and long walk down the streets alone …has always been my favorite . so, I kinda started exploring the new city and with internet and its maps  nowadays, it is really  difficult to get lost even in a new city. Kolkata has a lot to share, a lot to show, a lot to give.

Here I started giving tuition to children . soon , my students became my friends. There is an old couple next door, they are also on my friend list.  In this big town , I am happy with thus small circle of friends.  Still it feels lonely. Because I left behind a lot people close to my heart when I left my hometown.  It is true that I never liked staying at home .  Everything  was there yet everything was missing. So  I used to hang out with my buddies . not many. Five-six lovable, reliable, good friends. I am still in touch with them. Well, few of them . my best friend Sumer, he was a darling. Beloved by everyone who used to meet him. How much I miss those times, we spent together laughing  and chatting. We made a promise that we will stay happy and smile in difficult times and will stay in touch forever. We were in same high school then same college. But things changed. Maybe , ‘Forever’ had planned something else for us. Few months after Sunita moved in with us , Sumer started acting weird. He stopped coming out of his house and meeting his friends. Barely received my calls or answered any text.

So one fine morning me and Alex decided to go to his place . we went over to his house….he was not there. His mom welcomed us  and we chatted a bit . Alex was answering to her formal ‘how are you?’ and ‘ what are you studying ?’ s. I jumped in. “ where is Sumer , aunty?”

“ he is not at home. He had to go to market.  Very important works to be done . Very important. “ she stared at the cup in on the table while answering. She looked nervous.

“ what’s going on , aunty? Something is wrong. He is avoiding us all, barely leaves the house .  Did anybody say anything or hurt him ?”

“no, no , no  ….nothing like that. “ she held my hand and said.  Aunty knew that I was always very protective about him and loved him so much. Then what she said , that left me shocked.

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~" IMAGINATIONS "~

"When we are asleep in this world we awake in another"
~SALVADOR DALI
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The day you first open your eyes and see the world , you start seeing the Reality , with the eyes wide open you look around , you see things , you learn. But then comes a time, when you learn about the world you can see with your eyes closed . They are dreams ,known to be the place where one can live one’s wishes . But  when you open your eyes , you find yourself in a different but familiar world . You live here , walk here, laugh here, cry here . You  make wishes in this real world that may listen to every wish you have ever made but they never come true. Whereas, the world of dreams always has a lot to give. Here our wishes come true  and there is a lot to smile about and you can feel it with your soul . But you know what…. Dreams are lies. 

They make you feel like you are finally living your fantasies   ,your wishes , you are finally satisfied and feel peace ...... they lie. You can  never be there . They take you to different places and once it is over you cannot feel it or see it ever again . Here’s what’s funny about the real world , it never changes . Here we cannot experience the satisfaction we get in the dreams or in nightmares . Yes , I have a little different definition about nightmares . Usually , when it is a bad horrible dream . we name it nightmare , but think again . Aren’t nightmares the realities we don’t want to go back to ?

They are real thoughts that disturb you , makes you see things you don’t want to see . but same are the dreams . They make you see what you want to happen , what you makes you happy .

 We are never in deep sleep while we dream . Our subconscious mind is active and you travel to your land of bucket list. Here somebody wants to be on a magic carpet , somebody wants a Ferrari and somebody only smiles for finally  having a roof over his head. Not in reality but still, different soul finds there inner peace in there wishes. The coolest thing about dream is  while you are dreaming you forget about the cry, the stress, the fight, the mess , the tear and pain you face in real world . From a little kid to an old man and even a moribund heart on a hospital bed , dream . They dream of ecstasy , love and laughter . We dream small, we dream big . And sometimes we ask ourselves “ will they ever come true ?”

Sometimes this hope this wish makes us feel heartbroken ,when we realize , we will never make it to the place we want to see, never meet the person we want to meet, never can turn back time to live the beautiful moments we cherished with the loved one , then everything seems to fade away . But we still hope , we embrace the happiness ,afterall  the heart wants what it wants. Because , it is the wish even you don’t know when you made , back in your mind you kept thinking of it wanting to be true . Dreams are weird , they not always make sense . The piece of heart you leave in everything , every
person you find desirable guides you to your dream .

But what if the dreams which are in your eyes but they are gone the moment you fall asleep . What would it be like if you never had good dreams when you sleep ? What if there are only nightmares that chase you and its only dark when close the eyes ? Sometimes, there are screams ,cruelty and horror you see and they jolt you back from sleep every night .

 "Sometimes you  need to close your eyes
to see whats inside you."

 It is scary and you feel helpless because every night  you think what if you see them again ? And the dark land of nightmares keeps on torturing you . The cruel faces of the ones you are scared of or the bloody night where you still remember yourself running from those lowlives. The disappointments, weakness , hopelessness hurt you brutally when everybody else is asleep . They feed on your fear . Make you feel alone even in a crowded place . It take s over the brain and even serotonine does not help you anymore . Then you become vulnerable and that is a nice and easy victory for the fear .

 One cannot run from the reality or the things that cause the panic in a feeble mind   . Instead one should teach oneself how to fight the fright. It is okay if we cannot live  a life as happy and perfect as dreams are , there always will be ups and downs , will be uphill journey that involves failure and obstacles for existence , everywhere on this strange planet . But we should not live with the terror and let it live with us .