She sees two bright spots linger at the same spot on a pitch black background with a hint of fading periphery. She stares at them.. tryin to read her thoughts. Its night outside, outside the boundary that is seperaring her and the NATURE.. But inside that thin boundary, A dim ambiance dictated by a delicate "white" glow fills her vicinity..
With the tubelight burning "white" and the fan whizzing on the ceiling, she feels a strange feeling engulfing her.. She feels DIZZY.. She feels like shackling her senses and going on a deep slumber.. But the thought is carried away by a soft breeze that is tingling her skin and singing her lullabies..
SLEEP.. one of the many things that disqualifies her as being a worthy host to succumb to.. But she doesnt want it to succumb to her.. She wants to surrender but sleep never reaches her eyes. She looks out, through the boundary, out the window again.. but now fixing her gaze on the "curtain".. the "curtain" more commenly known as "chunni" [among her friends], lets the breeze feel its way through, to reach her and kiss her sleep goodbye.. She doesnt feel like sleeping anymore.. She gazes at the "curtain" again, awed by the added beauty the delicate breeze gives to it.. by making it "DANCE".. by "DANCING" along with it.. She puts dowm her pen, closes her copy and gazes out her window, out though the transparent "chunni"..........
--Shruti
2 am
8th july '06
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