Worst fright ever Worst nightmare ever
25 February 2015
Being discontented inexplicably from dental studies, mocking teachers, college and a bunch of crooked classmates who re-named me as the scariest person.( like I am a misanthrope monster) I felt like taking a break, I wanted to stay in complete tranquility. Sleep for hours, wake up late take a bath under the dazzling sun, make coffee myself and have breakfast alone on the dining table. But things never happen to me as I plan them, they are inadvertent innumerable times.
I bewail too many of my issues on the blog? Will this trait ostracize me? Enlighten me if I am missing the wit!
Last night, I slept over my pillow in tears.
And the remnant of formidable thoughts gave me a nightmare. An awful vision which would bring exasperation throughout the day.
I am an extremely discourteous person. To an extreme level, I am real and impulsive. Shameless is it to confess that?
Well, then let it be. A tarnished cloth can never lose its stain. The probability is less that it would get de-colorize with vigourous push over it. I may try to change myself, but sardonically I lack that will power.
Let’s talk less of me and more of my dream.
“ I left my college at sharp 2:30 pm, reached home by 3:30 pm due to traffic.The watchman wasn’t near the gates as usual, I walk up to the lift press floor 4 and hurry to my flat as I wanted to use the washroom. The main door was unlocked. I tossed the bag in the air and rushed in. I couldn’t find anyone home. I looked anxiously for familiar faces. A while, then my stomach grumbled with noises within. I was starving. The fridge was six steps away from me, wide opened and spilled with drinks. I guessed it was my brother who did it. I mocked him for eating my share of desert. I went up to the kitchen to see if something was cooked, but the kitchen was so clean, that I sniffed the only jiff washing liquid. That moment I hated my mother for not preparing delicious food on my arrival. I was too tired, I sat on the couch called up dad to know whether they forgot to inform me about their disappearance. But the phone was switched off. And perpetually I hated him for keeping his voice away from me. I was now a little bewildered. I used my sarcasm to ease the situation, imagined what if zombie apocalypse had struck the earth. I escalated down the stairs to the security room, questioned him about mom and dad and my brother. He looked gob smacked, like I demanded him to donate his kidney. He replied me saying ‘madam the janazah (which is known as funeral) at nearby masjid, you don’t know what happened?.. … *puff* he vanishes like some wizard. I was puzzled and disturbed who could be at a funeral? Who passed away? I smiled to myself ‘ah! Some neighbor, maybe’. I slowed down my breath, pulled up my sock and rushed out of the building to the masjid. I scanned faces, I ended up finding no one. It was crowded too crowded. I could see few of my relatives crying bursting their lungs out. And when I kept on asking them who is it who is it, they embrace me tight and weep again. I forced myself took my heavy steps to the corpse and as I lay my eyes on it, there an abrupt flip in the dimension of the surrounding. I was back in my bedroom. It was dark and I was wet in tears and scum from my nose. I stared at the photographs hung on the wall. There was an unspoken pain in the chest. It was the pain of repentance. I was unaware of who it would be that remained only in photographs and my memories. My lungs scorched. The other minute I could hear yelling’s on how ill-mannered spoilt I am. I began hallucinating all the misbehavior I did to each one of them. I wanted to make it stop. i screeched & whimpered. I was being killed in my sleep. I begged someone to wake me up. There was a glimpse of light in the dark. I startled and woke up exhaling heavily.”
‘Good morning, you missed your college today, what made you do that? Are you sick?’ , one on one mother interrogated pushing the curtains to let light in . I spat thrice to my left side as it prevents any harm from nightmares.” (as in Islam )
I am still baffled. What is this trying to convey?