Monday, December 17, 2007
somedayBiting cold wind blowing through the broken window panes. Socks, two pajamas, two sweaters, a scarf holding the stuffed cotton in the ears and a shawl to protect the bottom from the stone cold floor could not stop the goose bumps erupting in rhythmic continuity. The scene spelt an adventurous three am reading session. The lone tube light flickered as strange never-seen-before green bugs zoomed around the only soul in the stretch, bent over a book. You would mistake her for a nerd, a geek, which is what she planned to achieve with this stunt. But the tears that splashed on the pages made her write this post.
To play with words as to make them your own, to use them not to throw your world to the reader but pull them into your world. A world that taught you to dream. It was quite some time since she had read such a book. No, not read, but experienced.
She would love to write like that.
Someday.
No, that’s not what she really wanted. She looked at her hands and asked herself what she really wanted to do. Dance. And so she did. Up in front of the long mirror, she threw her hands up to an imaginary tune and did a full 360 degree turn. Her first heartfelt performance in two years. She forgot the cold, the bugs and the two pajamas. Long forgotten applause filled her ears. Three am was never this eventful. She wished she could do this her whole life. Dance. But she can’t.
So she forgot the night, the performance, the cold clamped her back to her warm seat. She came back and wrote this post realizing many would call it pretentious. None would understand the beauty of dancing to nothing but the stars in the sky.
Someday.
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