FALSE REALITY....

A boy has just slipped into the realm of his dream. He thinks he is dreaming. His eyes are wide open and are targeted towards the ceiling which has been painted in blood-red by the soothing illumination coming out from the cheap LED bulbs. His bed has embraced him and it does not have any second thoughts of letting him go.  But the boy’s thought does not converge with that of his bed. He tries to get up and sit tall in that blurry world which has been blended with the smoke of dual-natured red light. With some physical efforts he now sits in the position he likes the most. Now, he is staring at the rectangular glass slab which has been supported by his thick engineering books. He needs a fix; the thought generates enthralling impulses among the billion nerves of his body.  He takes out his credit card and puts the holy cocaine on the glass slab, segments the lump in five equally spaced vertical columns and starts inhaling the ‘elixir’ with the help of 10 rupee bill. As soon as the white powder travels in his body via the tunnels of his body cavity, the cocaine starts copulating with his blood cells. This intense love making sends waves of sensations to the shore of his brain. These august sensations lock his mind in the room of sempiternal peace.  He is at peace, his kind of peace. Now, his body free falls and then it rests on his bed which has been eagerly waiting to embrace him once again. A boy did this again. A boy has woken up from his sleep now. A boy has come back to his reality. A reality for him, a malevolent dream for us.

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