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Mirrored Reality
Grass was carpeted under my feet and a mighty tree was standing next to me .
The sky had little strokes of the white faded clouds.An air carrying the traces of the damp soil's scent was stroking my hair ,making the locks falling on my ears dance.
I heard the sound of water,my eyes curiously followed the instructions of ears.

I saw a majestic, Beautiful and a spectacular water fall making a stream of water below it.
I felt something snaking my legs.

"The atmosphere wasn't Serene"

The grass was imprisoning my feet slowly and the ground was trying to engulf me.The gentle air now was roping around my lungs , caging the air in them.I yearned to get some air.
I used all my might to free myself.
"I strived"
"And I strived "
"I finally got my freedom"
Struggle made my throat deserted and my lips a barren field and tongue a rock.

"I can't die"
"I don't want to die"
Battling with this foggy thought,
with a pounding heart, throbbing head, blurred vision,cold sweat and trembling hands, "I ran towards"the water".


"I did it "

"I reached the water"


I placed my feet in it.As the moisture of water kissed my feet it ingnite a little hope in me.
I brought my palms together to use them as a vessel to quench my thrist.
I let it ran down my throat.I soaked my hair in it.I let "the water" touch my face it traced my eyes and lips with a moisty hand.

I had an urge to submerge myself deep in that sparkling water,to shut my eyes and lose myself with its flow,
to float on it as a bird soars carelessly on the sky.
"Am I allowed to be this careless?"
But this stream is shallow.

Soon a piercing sound attacked my ears.Now the wind was becoming
cruel and arrogant.
Everything around me was turning grey,grey as ashes.Dead ,hedious and unpleasant.I saw that "mighty green tree "was turning greish .
With my half opened eyes and intoxicated mind I saw that "mighty green tree"being carried away by the wind.
The tree vanished in the air.I finally closed my eyes.

I opened my eyes in a surreal condition.I was laying on a....









© Zari