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“Forgetfulness is a form of freedom.” ― Kahlil Gibran
“Forgetfulness is a form of freedom.” ― Kahlil Gibran
Sweat ran down her forehead...
Trickling into her hairline...
Eerie did not even come close to defining that dream...
But then, was it???
Yeah...
What was it?
Every morning ...that feeling of same old, same old...
Close but no cigar...
She felt around her bed side,yes she did need her spectacles!
Sometimes she even wondered if it would help if she slept with her spectacles on...
Maybe then, she'd be able to see and hopefully ,remember that bone chilling -supposedly eerie dream ,that always made her sweat...
Time for class!
Was it Monday or Tuesday...white or black shoes...
Aw ,she didn't want to be a defaulter again...
Mummmmy...
Where is my uniform???
Whack!!!
"What the f@#$?"
"Mummy is at home dear...wake up and make your bed yourself.The matron will pound you into pieces first thing Monday morning!"
Ah...one problem solved...
Monday ,it is!
What was it the counsellor told her??
Diary or a journal...
And a pen,to be her appendages 24*7...
But she'd rather hold a brush...
And not be slave to the alarm clock...
Blindly she followed the other girls out of the dorm ...she did not even realise that she was on auto pilot...she'd dressed and wore the right shoes...hallelujah!
But not the mess...she followed her nose to where the still fresh smell of turpentine lingered...
The mural...
She worried ,maybe the warden would have her expelled as she had apparently defaced school wall...
But that tree was just taking shape...
Maybe today...
She donned her smock...
That was the one thing she never forgot, and began...
The smoothness of the paint...
And its music as it walked on the canvas that was the wall...
Sometimes,she forgot that her hand was supposed to lead the brush...
But the forgeting allowed her to follow the colours...
The images danced and sang before her eyes and placed themselves in tune with the story the mural was destined to tell...
Suddenly she heard the cacophony...
The torch beams and the din...
They were taking her name...
Sunaina walked to the door of the attic and pulled it open,and called out to the general source of the noise...
What happened...
Suddenly the warden was running up...
Whack!
"What the f@#$?"
That was twice in a day...
"Where have you been all day...you never reported to the mess or to class...the entire staff has been looking for you here and in the grounds adjoining the forest ,we were now looking for the mangle remains of your body...What is this?"she whispered...the warden had never seen colours or images like this before...
Were they for real??
Was Sunaina for real...
So that was why she forgot...
The mural was breathtaking...
Suddenly she wished she could forget ...
And inhabit this unreal world...
Where time and classes and food did not matter...
And live this reality of psychedelic colours...
Maybe this was actually bliss!
To forget...and inhabit the world of colours...
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda
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