Stumbling upon my fantasies,
Once upon a time, I wished for wings.
To take a hold of me and tame my lunacy
Though it sounds more of a maniac
But yes, one night, I wished for wings.
Fumbling with my surroundings, I forced my eyes open to tackle the Sun rays pouring over my face through my slightly opened window. It may sound like some movie scene as you might have imagined but trust me , it irritates the life out of me whenever I have to get up with the most annoying sound of an alarm clock blaring beside my pillow . My hair never seems to disappoint me as I always expect it to look like some exploded nest. But the thing I noticed today in the taller-than-my-height sized mirror was neither my nasty bed-head nor a particular ire reflecting on my yellow face.
There were big fat flocks of feathers peeking through the both sides of my back. Startled much?
I swear!
I turned around to register if it's really real and I'm not having a dream or something. My eyes popped out of their sockets as I witnessed the most unimaginable thing I could ever imagine. There were two feathery wings protruding from my back. Literally not FIGURATIVELY!
My reaction transited from flustered, baffled, excited and then EUPHORIC!
I immediately took out the list from my unicorn box that I made a long time ago and was still adding things into it. I jumped in excitement causing visible quakes in the earth without wondering how those wings made their way out because NOW, I could accomplish all the things I wished . First thing first, I found the way to hide those feathery globs and sent my confirmation message for a trip going in coming week.
Let's fly, Potter!
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Do you have even the tiniest bit idea how much it's difficult to manage a pair of soft and fluffy but massive wings. Well, you'll know when you'll get your own someday.
*fingers crossed*
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I was now in Kalam , sneaking my way out of the room I was sharing with my friends. It was the very next morning we reached there, when sky was still blue and the vermilion globe was nowhere in the sight.
Without fearing of anyone, even the freezing cold temperature, I removed my shawl draped around me and unclasped my wings, those were craving to sprout out all the way here. Taking in my surroundings, I savored the sight of a small river flowing between the rocks and Hindukash range towering over me. I felt my wings budging behind me and slowly supporting me to rise my feet from the ground. I wondered why I was not afraid.
May be because they had my trust and my wish to fly high.
The next moment , I figured that I was no longer in the territory of the hotel I was staying in , instead I was facing the snow capped Grey mountains as somebody has sprinkled plenty of icing sugar on them .
I speeded up and strolled through the town and its bazars that had no sound but silence and peace all over the place. I halted still waving my wings to keep my balance when I saw two rivers coming from different directions forming a confluence. As those wings had their own brain that was certainly connected with mine, they lowered me down towards the flowing rivers and let my fingers absorb the calmness from the turbulent water.
I told the world that I'd live through whatever it holds for me. I warned the air that I will fly as the blades slicing it brutally. But I bowed in respect towards the oceans and rains and all the water that comes from above or rise from the depth. Because every time this world stabbed me in the back and every time air hit me and made me shatter. All those times, these waters embraced me and They got my back. The ferocious rain glued my scars and made me stand again.
I smiled every time I drown.
My eyes followed a bird's flock soaring above in the sky when I witnessed the most spectacular sight of sun rising up from behind the mountains. Pouring gold over everything that came in its range, the vermilion globe that was now so soothing to feel, didn't leave me behind. I fly up and above but I couldn't touch it. The sun was the same with wind slithering my wavy hair; it was almost like a movie scene.
I engulfed my slowing breathing in the serenity of that particular moment and let my insides fill with inner peace.
"I walked through the surreal, the serene, the tranquil
But yours was so different like a bird sang and colors echoed in my ears."
