4:46 am.
A bitingly cold January morning.
A very cliched start.
All is still except the groans of the watercooler outside my room and a chink-chink of unknown origin. Without really looking at it, I had been staring at the top-left corner of the wall for some time,... 20 minutes, an hour, maybe an hour and a half, without a single thought in my head. The electricity suddenly goes off. There appears a kind of dim window, on the spot where I had been staring. It is a small temple with hardly space enough for a grown-up to sit in. In the dimness of a single diya, I see a boy and a girl, both of uncomaparable beauty, conferring in rapid whispers. They were black, painted all over with lamp black. They had beautiful big eyes. The boy had a peacock feather in his hair and a yellow cloth over his torso.
The light comes back on. The scene disappears. It lasted for about 30 seconds.
I am surprised, but not very much. I am a little scared, but not very much. It must mean something. Atleast I want it to.
Think I will go wash my hair now.
4 comments:
Subconsciousness of your conscience :O or may be pure surreal image drawn by the mind which was in state of blankness :)
Good one...
psyching out in darkness is fun isnt it??
have u ever felt fear n eyt liked to feel that tingle down ur spine?/
i donno why.. i like being scared :|
dark dim chilly winter night's are ...\,,/
big starry eyes with black diya's
btw i liked best the thought of wasing hair at the crack of the dawn .
The start
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