Sunday, 28 August 2011

Dellito: A Murder of the Day

The start of the day in a beautiful tree house along with the feeling of sparkling water drops is what I saw in my dream. The sweet chirping of birds made me feel just like a wake up alarm. Such a beautiful start to a dream indulged me to continue my sleep for more. Then , taking the feel of rain I walked out and went to the bridge feeling the chillneess all around. Walking on the bridge , going to the valley was so amazing for me. The trees acted as the friends for me throughout the dream. The whole view actually gave me a strong feeling to live the life and has explained the beautiful side of how to live life.


I wish I could have seen more of it, this was only the feeling came in me when I woke up in the morning after having such a peaceful and calm dream. Now, waking up with the alarm and taking a bath again made me feel the feeling of sparkling water drops as i had in my dream. I got ready to go to college and tried to look smarter than as before. after having a breakfast I left for college and went to a a very crowdy place , metro station. seeing such a crowd was as bad to see as to the murder of the day. Going through the crowd made the entire day start bad. Then, I reached college after commuting in a crowd. The sun was there on the head throughout the route and it made the things messy. the feeling of chillness in my dream and the messy hot feeling actually made such a bad comparison between the two. After reaching the college, I attended the entire lectures till 4:00 pm and had gossips with friends. The whole time in college was as busy as the flock of bees. then after leaving the college, I returned my plce after commuting through the same route. The day was so busy and made me very tired. After reaching my place, I did some of my college work and had the dinner made by my sweet mother. Then, again in the hope of another sweet and beautiful dream , I went to the sleep.

So, in the end, I would like to say that the dreams of people come true but to some extent. It is actually the murder of my expectations for the day or I must say the murder of the day.

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