WORLD OF FANTASIES

Those days were the most adorable and explicable days of Samanta’s life. She used to make herself busy from the moment she got up from her dreamless sleep. Her daily schedule involved reaching bus-stop around 7:30Am and boarding her special ride(city bus) provided by a comfortable seat and an open window(which can be occasionally closed) which brings icy cold breezes caressing her unprotected parts of body (from warm clothes).She was sensitive to cold but she never left a chance to experience the numb feeling and formation of goose bumps on her hand caused by cold climate.

It wasn’t a long ride due to her time of travel. Early morning ride on deserted roads made long distance rides short one. She had to change three busses before reaching her stop. While covering the small walk to board upon her last bus she used to play a game which amused her a lot. The game involved a player and stop clock. Player has to start stop clock and measure time taken to reach her destination. It was like to ensure herself to lift up her spirits and also not get bored of her daily routines.(Its not to kill time but just a game played physically than playing it on computer or any electronic device.)

Rest of her day was spent in classes which were her more favorite hours. Day turned into mid-day and then into night followed by sunset. Every night comprised of her rushing towards bus-stop to catch a bus and getting down the very next stop. Their was a little walk which was spent looking at the big complexes which looked like matchboxes place one above the other and looking at the costumes displayed in the showrooms and watching everyone on the road. Other half of walk was a very brisk walk passing by a movie hall and this place was not the one to walk slowly admiring the place. She used to cross it by clenching her fists tight enough for something dreadful. She would get into the next bus and hurry to catch the last bus of her journey.

She used to talk to her friends on cell phone and describe new things which she has noticed and everything was fun to her. Samanta never cared about other people on the bus who might hear her high pitch conversations with her friends. Sam[samanta] was more of a careless lady who liked to be in her privacy when ever she wants to be by drawing a visible partition between herself and the world.

She was a rebel,submissive,thinker and off track person. She lived in her privacy and solemn thoughts ,like a kite left in winds to sweep clouds and enjoy it without any sense of what is going around her. Life was always content to her but she was ambitious and greedy to know as much as she can get exposed. As there is difference between watching and seeing things through our eyes. That was the difference she experienced while watching a movie or seeing the surroundings while travelling. The perspective of thinking differed even though she was among the common thinkers.

She used to enjoy the night stroll on the road late night returning from her classes. It was approximately about a 1Km walk but it was an awesome walk. A short distance but a lot experiences to be gathered by her senses. Her imagination sprung up from the core by making way through layer by layer. As she always took the left lane on the way, a street bulb used to flicker a lot. This was an invitation to her imaginative prospect to fly in an open sky.

It was an odd timing for the light which used to be lifeless as if something has sucked its life. But as she walked towards it ,suddenly use to sprang up into full life as a flower blooms on seeing an honey bee. It used to suck off light emitted by it when she passed away the street light. At first she was frightened but as it happened most of the times while she tend to cross the lane where that street light stood like a gaint. Her imaginations creeped up as fire creeps by eating the log thrown in it. she speculated herself to a lady who spelt a magic on a guy and he was dragged towards her. Assuming the street light to the guy who was desperately in love with her.

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{THE IMAGINATION}

She was walking past him as usual without noticing him but something flickered in desperation as if to be noticed by her. Her gaze turned towards a figure who was standing in the shadows of light. The clouds covered the bright moon as if they were letting him to enjoy the surprise and fear in her eyes which turned to a stubbornness to fight against the rouge if at all he tries to hurt her. He thought that it was the real reason for which he was more pulled towards her. She pretended as if she hasn’t noticed him and continued her pace towards her home. Something made her to retreat her steps back to him .it might be his heart beat which strated to bang as if its going to broke those ribs and get out.It might be the drumming of his heart beat which was audible in dead silence of night which made her to come back to the place where he was standing.Their eyes met each other. He slowly moved from the shadow allowing her to enjoy looking him. Time seemed to be cease while seconds turn to minutes and she realizes herself being pulled towards him.

He was heavily built and he never walked but paced and glided as if floating just inches above the ground in air. The shirt was wet by heavy perspiration revealing his body line and it was implying that he was channel swimmer or someone who wasn’t fragile. The knowledge of his being strong made her feel safe and time slept slowly and she realized she is going to fall off the cliff ,realizing it she started to turn and walk past him. But her legs were too numb to move and their eyes were saying may things but fate had something else stored While he was watching her she gathered her left out senses and walked away.

IT was an uneasy feeling but somewhere it ignited passion and was revealing some hidden emotions which she never knew in he exsisted and even they tried to get out she suppress them by pretending them as a ridicule. The next morning was as usual for her with a diffrnt hope,may be to meet him again and she was desperate to see him again. As if GoD has listened to her she saw him again that night .Air surrounding them became chilled and warmed up by their burning passion for each other.She left without speaking a word.

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She roses up from the lively dream everyday to encounter a new vivid ,exciting and thrilling fantasy of her life and sets out for fantasy hunt.

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Its been a year but passing that street light and looking at makes her flutter even knowing that it was just an imagination and remembering It curls her mouth which teases her lips and also her dreaminess.

Its sometimes very interesting to notice how our imagination can play in our mind and makes us smile at it and sometimes it can break the bridge between imagination and reality. Smanta chosen the reality even though imagination was soothing but never left the hope to encounter another fantasy to be endeavored. we need to be practical and real and let go our imagination to new highs.

I hope to share more fantasies of samanta.