Sweven

I looked at her. My heart suddenly sprang to life and started racing. Amazing, how my adrenaline still had as much power as a high school teenager. She came down the stairs with her lehenga lavishly sweeping the floor. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my chin. That, is when I realised I had been gaping at her all this time. I smiled sheepishly at my sister who closed my gaping mouth.

The alarm started ringing. I said with my eyes still closed as if reminiscing the dream, “You know I would never wake up without you calling me, baby. Then why do you put an alarm? It’s irritating.” And went back to sleep. Five seconds later, I woke up with a start. I had fallen asleep on my chair with hands and head resting on the table. The first thing I saw today, too, was her face. Except that it was a reality then, photograph now.

You were, are and forever will remain my dream girl. Reality is too expensive, baby.