As the visualisation of the dream started..
The cool sea breeze started playing with my hair and made it buoyant. Mild warmth of dusk applied rouge to my cheek. No one would refuse to enjoy this kind of beautiful climate. But, my tight-lipped younger sister offered her a window seat. It means a lot for nature lovers like me.
Since it’s a weekday there was not much rush. Exactly in the second stop, a group of people with untrimmed grisly hair, tingling mouth and spine-chilling faces have rushed into the train saying loudly to make way to their boss in unison.
He passed by calmly without giving a glance to anyone. Seems like he avoids dealing with emotions. But, he looks strong and intelligent. The mystique that surrounds him can make women flock to him. Yet, he seems to be decent and calm.
Slowly, the rush has increased. I’ve moved to the next compartment where he is. He has occupied a berth which looks very rich with a mini fridge, drawer and some files. He is defined by his status as being the crest of success with a pile of dollars in his bank account.
My visualisations got disturbed by a call from mom saying that a few private buses were travelling to my home town. The moment when I heard that, I felt like a bird released from the aviary. Immediately, after having lunch I booked the tickets and packed everything. I’ve almost vacated the flat.
The next day, I applied for leave and started to the bus stop in a cab. While checking my account, I realised that I’ve spent around 40 bucks, which is almost a flight fare. Before my mind started consoling my soul, I approached the bus stop.
hey its not like dream story its like real story??? .any way u have a grate writing skills keep it up.......