I opened my eyes with a sense of precaution, my face abashing,
and my fingers sensing the features of my face, rising hastily to my nostrils
to check whether I breathe.
It took a few minutes to recoup conscience, that I had not
fallen from a cliff, as I had dreamt, but just from the bed.
My back hurt, my elbows, even more, but the whimsical look
that he gave, at the fallen- me, hurt the worst.
Now, how do I tell him that
his nagging, unceasing, Just- do- it advices, deluded me to dream of
driving a two wheeler to a mountain??
I climbed back to the bed, assuring myself that I 'll learn to drive, all alone!
This story links the two prompts well, Priya! Can identify with the heroine here :)
ReplyDeletehe he.. me too :)
ReplyDeleteHaha...nice one...very uplifting. And yes, sometimes, you need to just do it!
ReplyDeleteAh, this is my recurring dream too, although mine involves a car. I ride the scooter with confidence ;) Nicely done!
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A to Z Challenge, 2014
Introspection in Shades of 11
thanks Babbler and shailaja, welcome to my blog:) Ya, at times, we need to pat ourselves, na to just do it? and yes, shailaja, i have experiences with both, car and bike, with my DH and my dad correspondingly!! :) Now, it's better!
ReplyDeletethanks!
Nice story. Might have to wear that motorcycle helmet while sleeping - just in case there's another dream of a crash!
ReplyDeleteHa ha.. better 'she' learns to drive, before that happens again!! :) thanks sir, welcome!!
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