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The day she stopped dreaming...
Just like the abyss depth of the sea, the remains of dead fire and the footprints of someone beloved who never turned up, it was the intensity of the pain she went through when she realized that the reality she was living was a mere dream.
It left her all fragile and half-dead when she found herself lying stiff and cold on her very bed staring aimlessly at the ceiling that was so pale, so blank – just as she had been. Finding it hard to breathe, she lifted her right hand up and wiped the last tear out of the limitless tears that she had shed that night. Her hand shivered as she tried to bring it close to the wet cheek and her starry, misty eyes saw nothing but the ceiling which now appeared blur.
She looked at her hand when she wiped away the pearly tear that left a mark of kohl as a black streak marring her face.
The emptiness inside her was speaking volumes and the voiceless vocal cords were humming unrecognizable melodies deep somewhere. The world seemed to topple – upside down, back to forth.
And all of a sudden, she recalled the abyss depth of the sea, the remains of dead fire and the footprints of someone beloved who never turned up and a tear fell again, wetting her now-half-dry cheek and following the streak of her last tear’s kohl mark.
She would perhaps wipe the tear off again thinking that might be her last one – but no one knows if it really was.
That was the day she stopped dreaming and came out of a dream-cum-reality. That was the day she stopped dreaming and lay there all dead gasping for a little air.
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I liked it very much. The girl there called "she" was beautifully picturized. Teach me some day how you pour in imagination that way! ;)
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congratulations, really born in you a prodigious writer, continues to cultivate the lyrics that spring from your heart and your writing to take life, not faint you have talent do not forget that you're not alone God and I are with you
Brilliant work of fiction!! For me there is some kind of motivation behind.
Keep up the good work
you are an excellent writer.Must join Dawn!! keep it up..
It's a thrilling piece of writing. Extraction of the inner emotions. I'm really impressed! :)
Keep up the good work. Wish you all the good luck of the world! :)
keep on writing like this anum! u rock dear!
i suggest you to do masters in english literature :)
wish you best of luck !
