Short Somethings (#One)

~~When Dreams Die~~

The view ahead seems so pretty. Its mesmerizing. High mountains that almost touch the clouds, floating high in the infinite sky. Birds flying high that are seen like tiny dots bouncing their way around. The scene is mindboggling! I also want to reach such heights. I want to be high for infinite days and never look back.

The mountains , the clouds and the birds keep floating in front of my eyes. I see them every where.

I see them more often now. Its like they are calling me, waiting for me. But they disappear as quickly as they appeared. My heart clenches when they go away, afraid that it may be the last time I see them.

The beauty is more vivid nowadays. Oh my! I just want to skip this all and fly over there. My place! But what if I'm never able to do so?

I told mother about my place. She says there's a more beautiful place than that and I should go there. Its rich and classy. You can also touch the rainbow from there. Father agrees with her. But I like my place better.

Mother and father still insist on going to this other place. I don't want to, I plead. But they say its for my own good. I disagree and secretly root for my place.

Its been decided ; I'm not going to 'my place'. It was decided ages ago. Even before I was born I don't have a say.

Tomorrow I'll be leaving for the other place. But I can still see the mountains and the streams gushing loudly in the valley as if begging for me to come. I also cry silently begging for tomorrow to never come.

Its all over! My fears came true, I won't be able to taste the waters of the stream, I won't be able to play in the valleys of the huge mountains, explore the deep woods and eat the fleshy fresh fruits.

I reached the other place and found the mate, father had told about. We live in the valleys , swim in the ponds and eat many veggies. But the valleys are colourless though the rainbow touches them, the waters are cold ; piercing through my heart and the food is tasteless though made from the best. Because they aren't the things I want. I crave for the others. The one I'll get only at my place.

The vision has slowly started fading. Now all that's left is a small tinge of hope.

My mate is not a good person. And there's no one to talk to. Even if I didn't have any say before, mother and father listened to all my banter. I felt alone but not lonely. Now everything has changed.

My mate and I had a huge fight. I took off the minute he said very nasty things. I hate him. I hate this place. I hate my parents for sending me here. I hate everything. I can't take it anymore. I just want to fly to my place.

I don't know where I'm going. Its all blank. I can only see endless roads and untouchable heights.

My clothes are torn. My legs have swelled. I am starving to death.

The weather has become unpredictable. It rains and snows and heats up too quick.

I'm walking and walking and walking. Never stopping by.

I see them. I see the mountains and the valleys. And I know its my place. Its miles apart but I'll make it. The tinge of hope still hasn't faded.

I see them day and night. The mountains in all its glory. But the distance never lessens.

I feel tired too tired. My eyelids feel heavy.

I can't take it anymore. The tinge of hope is lost. My legs have given up. I can;t even cry. It all seems blurry.

I wish I was more insistent and stubborn before. I wish I had a better mate. I wish I was able to see my place. I wish...