Dreaming a story

























I was still awake at night. I got up from bed and entered into the drawing room. In the half lit drawing room my mobile phone was lying on the refrigerator. I took it and it's screen shown me the current time. It was 15 minutes past 3 AM. Pretty late for me, as I generally sleep at 11 PM at night. Something is striking in my mind time and again, making my throat dry. I took out a bottle of cold water, pour some in a glass and gulped the whole water at a time, to relive the unwanted dryness in my throat. It still remained dry. In my left eye, I started feeling a burning sensation. May be because of the restlessness tonight after a very hard day at my workplace.

I became restless the day I received the mail from BlogAdda, informing me about the "My First Crush story writing contest". I decided not to write, not for a competition about my very personal life. Sweet memories of the first crush was the subject line, a very personal feeling to be toyed with. I just ignored the mail.

The fifth day of the competition is the day I am speaking about. It was pretty late at night and I had office the next day, yet, astonishingly I cannot think of anything precisely but some odd dreams were haunting me, the dreams cannot be called as nightmares, yet they were very fuzzy and dusky. I understood that the competition, the excellent entries already written by my fellow bloggers are compelling me to think. Compelling me to travel in the past, and that mental state of dilemma is the reason for the peculiar dreams of mine.

Finally, I decided to write at my story telling blog, as an entry to the competition, just to honor the organizers, just to thank them, for once again they have put a bait in front of me, which actually compelling me to write a new story.

It's an innovative way to push your mind to the wall of thorns to fight back with your pen (keyboard) as sword and try to win over the demon that actually eats up all your time mercilessly. I couldn't sleep that night, worked hard in my workplace all the day, then came back home with a rock hard determination to fight back the time killer demon and fought back.

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