She was a heather.
Her heart was finding serenity but her mind had trapped her in a very dithery bemused state.
She walked to the room; throwing the books on the table. Distressed; she went outside in the balcony soothingly running fingers through her hair. She went out in search of tranquility, placed her chin on the round table outside.
Wonder why life plays with me. Why I'm trapped in the mess of my mind. Why it's me out of all people out there!
Tears rushed out of her eyes making their way all along her cheeks and ears. She gave up a long time ago. Sad.
My existence is a catastrophe, for everyone on this planet.
She was playing with the small ballerina standing reticently on the stage of the music box. Suddenly she zapped her hand away as she got pricked by a sharp steel comb which flicked out of the base.
Ahhh.
She then took a deep breath.
When will this ruminating end up. When will my life come to a placid end.
In no time her attention was stretched by a piece of cloth which was dancing with the wind.
Why are you dancing.
Why was it dancing when she was distressed.
"It's your life my lady not mine. It's your concern not mine." It replied.
Such a narcissistic piece of cloth I see there.
She looked away. But couldn't do so for too long. The head turned to it again.
"But why?"
"Why you ask."
"It's because I don't have a mind to trap me."
"If you don't have one then why do I have. I don't want it."
"Then how will you think?"
"........."
"Then you are of no use. Why God made us. To think. If he only wanted us to pray after him then the angels were enough."
"........"
"Silence again. He guide those whom he want to."
She turned away.
,,,,No comment,,,, the piece of cloth flew away with the wind. She simultaneously stood up and ran to get a hold of it but failed to do so. Off it flew; got stuck in the electric wires and then another gust made it continue it's journey to nowhere.
"I hate you."
She wiped the tears off her cheeks.
Guess, it was the moment of truth, you should accept it as it is.
"No I wouldn't! I will never listen to your evil sorcery! You want to snare me but I will win this!"
,,,,, You can't ,,,,,
,,,,, We'll see ,,,,,
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Reverie (Short Story)
Short StoryShe was a heather,,,, The feeling of delectation of her life and then the filthy trap of mind in which she was ensnared ,,,,,, The seven minutes of loosing in her reverie was another safe pill for her to calm her heart down ,,,,,
