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My Nightmare
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The car swerved around the sharp mend giving a narrow miss to the on-coming bus.
The car swerved around the sharp mend giving a narrow miss to the oncoming bus and with this I prevent myself from being tagged as "irresponsible" for the rest of my life.
Part 01:
Tossing ball against the pale wall in front of me, crunching pringles like a wild gobbler and wandering about some miracle to wipe of the castle of stingy clothes standing firmly on my rocking chair, to clear up my entangled ball of earphones swinging from the curtain rod, to switch off the yelling news reporter on television, to shoo away the rodent feeding himself from yesterday's dinner leftovers from plate lying underneath my bed, to rack up all the playboy magazines covering me as a blanket and discover whether its my cell phone or alarm clock making mayhem across the room.
Meanwhile relaxing in my empire often quoted as "store room" by mommy I heard resonant sound of an utensil overpowering the annoying decibels being produced in my room. After counting to 10 when I realized that sound was unattended by mom I rushed towards the kitchen; where a whammy scenario was awaiting..
The dirty dishes lay in the sink while the motionless body of my mother sprawled on the kitchen floor, besides a boiling utensil. This was exactly that moment when you sweat and sprint with full energy in a nightmare but finds yourself in the initial position. Anyhow I gathered some steps and voice to utter and tap her frequently to turn her responsive, heavily scattered showers and thunderstorms worsened my self-assurance. Colliding at every doorstep, regaining muscle strength at every meter, shivering with panic every second I somehow managed to drag her adjacent to the door of the car.
Inclined brutal rain showers downpour my strength and hopes to fit her comfortably in the back seat. Despite having an agenda to cause her the least pain I managed to hurtfully climb her up the back seat.
Till this it was just one crest I dragged both of us to.
Part 02:
Followed by which I was welcomed with an invisible and unachievable peak which washed me out for a quarter or so.
That peak was named "How will a novice drive this four wheeled machine to an emergency ward"?
On sunny days too these whirly, convoluted paths scared the soul out of me which was the reason for me choosing to remain a novice in driving and opting for public transport facilities.
I was at the verge, one side offered a subconscious state and the other offered to remove the tag of being called a “heedful head” by my mom, relatives and neighbors.
As ignition roared I began to revise foolish "ABC" encoding my driving school teacher taught me and somehow displaced the car with a jerk backward. After a while I was able to synchronize my hand gestures with circumventing the circuitous paths.
The hospital was situated down the hill and approximately it would have taken 20 minutes to hit the parking area, but with bad weather and an immature, scared teenager it took more than an hour to cross neighboring roadside tea stalls. With time I gained hollow confidence which accelerated the car with an intention to reach the hospital premises before my mother turns critical. As I throttled fast, bad weather made the "ROUNDABOUT'' and "DO NOT OVERTAKE !" sign board covered with splashes of mud and dirt which made them unseeable.
Here I swerved the steering around the sharp mend as most appropriate reflex to the sudden high beamed horrifying and huge bus almost mounting on us which in return swerved my injured unconscious mother on the window pane of the door. We narrowly missed the bus and the verge of the cliff descending down.
***Tunnnnnn Tunnnnnn!!!!! Stainless steel utensils, won't break even if dropped from height or ill treated. Order NOW!!***
Roared my television as volumed up by my elbow and I wake up to my nightmare...
© Anmol Singhal
The car swerved around the sharp mend giving a narrow miss to the on-coming bus.
The car swerved around the sharp mend giving a narrow miss to the oncoming bus and with this I prevent myself from being tagged as "irresponsible" for the rest of my life.
Part 01:
Tossing ball against the pale wall in front of me, crunching pringles like a wild gobbler and wandering about some miracle to wipe of the castle of stingy clothes standing firmly on my rocking chair, to clear up my entangled ball of earphones swinging from the curtain rod, to switch off the yelling news reporter on television, to shoo away the rodent feeding himself from yesterday's dinner leftovers from plate lying underneath my bed, to rack up all the playboy magazines covering me as a blanket and discover whether its my cell phone or alarm clock making mayhem across the room.
Meanwhile relaxing in my empire often quoted as "store room" by mommy I heard resonant sound of an utensil overpowering the annoying decibels being produced in my room. After counting to 10 when I realized that sound was unattended by mom I rushed towards the kitchen; where a whammy scenario was awaiting..
The dirty dishes lay in the sink while the motionless body of my mother sprawled on the kitchen floor, besides a boiling utensil. This was exactly that moment when you sweat and sprint with full energy in a nightmare but finds yourself in the initial position. Anyhow I gathered some steps and voice to utter and tap her frequently to turn her responsive, heavily scattered showers and thunderstorms worsened my self-assurance. Colliding at every doorstep, regaining muscle strength at every meter, shivering with panic every second I somehow managed to drag her adjacent to the door of the car.
Inclined brutal rain showers downpour my strength and hopes to fit her comfortably in the back seat. Despite having an agenda to cause her the least pain I managed to hurtfully climb her up the back seat.
Till this it was just one crest I dragged both of us to.
Part 02:
Followed by which I was welcomed with an invisible and unachievable peak which washed me out for a quarter or so.
That peak was named "How will a novice drive this four wheeled machine to an emergency ward"?
On sunny days too these whirly, convoluted paths scared the soul out of me which was the reason for me choosing to remain a novice in driving and opting for public transport facilities.
I was at the verge, one side offered a subconscious state and the other offered to remove the tag of being called a “heedful head” by my mom, relatives and neighbors.
As ignition roared I began to revise foolish "ABC" encoding my driving school teacher taught me and somehow displaced the car with a jerk backward. After a while I was able to synchronize my hand gestures with circumventing the circuitous paths.
The hospital was situated down the hill and approximately it would have taken 20 minutes to hit the parking area, but with bad weather and an immature, scared teenager it took more than an hour to cross neighboring roadside tea stalls. With time I gained hollow confidence which accelerated the car with an intention to reach the hospital premises before my mother turns critical. As I throttled fast, bad weather made the "ROUNDABOUT'' and "DO NOT OVERTAKE !" sign board covered with splashes of mud and dirt which made them unseeable.
Here I swerved the steering around the sharp mend as most appropriate reflex to the sudden high beamed horrifying and huge bus almost mounting on us which in return swerved my injured unconscious mother on the window pane of the door. We narrowly missed the bus and the verge of the cliff descending down.
***Tunnnnnn Tunnnnnn!!!!! Stainless steel utensils, won't break even if dropped from height or ill treated. Order NOW!!***
Roared my television as volumed up by my elbow and I wake up to my nightmare...
© Anmol Singhal
