Hard to decipher, easy to recall. They are the toughest dreams that you got.
Alishia went ahead. She swiftly moved her hands as she ascended.
''Namita we've almost made it, hurry up. Don't think about your ass."
It was a rough climb, especially when you make it to the top. It gets worse. It was beyond imagination what it would be like. Don't think, just move on. Thinking inhibits the better actions that would have been made if not wasted proceeding with the trajectory of that flight of thought. I finally pull myself up, as my sister disappears somewhere in the multicoloured horizon. She succeeds and then disappears, a favourite shenanigan. I stood upon my feet and look at the world below. The water patiently gushed down into the misty abyss, washed out into the complete white spaces that covered the earth underneath.
It were the colors of dusk sprayed sky. The whole landscape was in the hues of mixed pink and tangerine. The contours we're blessed with tinted shadow of evening sky. I looked across the horizon and there were open spaces , plateaus and no trees.
Very few people lived there. It was not a place I'd spotted on world map. People weren't strangers when I spoke to them. They were convival and greeted me when I met them. They even offered me help when I asked them ''wrong' questions.
I never met my sister or saw her again. I didn't even remember where I went after I met the people.
Alishia went ahead. She swiftly moved her hands as she ascended.
''Namita we've almost made it, hurry up. Don't think about your ass."
It was a rough climb, especially when you make it to the top. It gets worse. It was beyond imagination what it would be like. Don't think, just move on. Thinking inhibits the better actions that would have been made if not wasted proceeding with the trajectory of that flight of thought. I finally pull myself up, as my sister disappears somewhere in the multicoloured horizon. She succeeds and then disappears, a favourite shenanigan. I stood upon my feet and look at the world below. The water patiently gushed down into the misty abyss, washed out into the complete white spaces that covered the earth underneath.
It were the colors of dusk sprayed sky. The whole landscape was in the hues of mixed pink and tangerine. The contours we're blessed with tinted shadow of evening sky. I looked across the horizon and there were open spaces , plateaus and no trees.
Very few people lived there. It was not a place I'd spotted on world map. People weren't strangers when I spoke to them. They were convival and greeted me when I met them. They even offered me help when I asked them ''wrong' questions.
I never met my sister or saw her again. I didn't even remember where I went after I met the people.
They might have lasted for a few seconds but I went ahead until I couldn't capture the landscape I had just described. It was all in the eyes.
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