There comes a time when you begin to feel , things have come to a halt, to a Stop, they are staling, you have become numb, can not feel the ticking of clock and your soul from some deep corner of your being is crying out for some movement.
And then suddenly, with a burst , things started to move, but still, you don't feel the Spark, feel a Special spark which is like Life, life of your dreams.
They would not listen to it. They would call her pessimist and give her plenty of suggestions of how she could be happy. But no one would understand, happiness is just a matter of the state of mind. She knew when to be happy, its when she wanted to be. But happiness is related to the life of your dreams. And the life of her dream was so thin, transparent like dream itself...
She pressed her chilled hands between her legs...the winter nights would not let her sleep, would not let her dream, even her dreams were shivering... she wondered if he was awake, if he was well enough to speak, if he ... if he missed her, cared for her... and on stretch she even dared to think, if he was the same Anonymous, she yearned to know because he seemed so different.... the Anonymous thing was perhaps only in my mind, she thought, no one is like same as their image in your mind....the images, the illusion... she tried to shake off stupid thoughts but the chilled thoughts had held on to her ... and she held on to her mobile...the ray of hope at the deep of your heart never dies, and this is ....this is called a disease of Optimism !
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