Like a lone starfish on the sand, I laid quietly staring at ceiling, the sun has set and I felt drowsy, fighting an urge to nap.
A train of thoughts was flashing in my head, to my past, present and future junctions.
"This is what I want to do!" I mocked sarcastically on me. Seriously, What is wrong with me? I was thinking hard of "dreams" and found out, I was such a lame child having dreams of fairytale-shit.
Like when I was 8, I wanted to be Thumbelina, a couple of years later I wanted the power to restore green on the earth, and after few, popstar, and after that Sleeping beauty.
"You are bat-shit-stupid!" My imaginary twin companion insulted me " Who doesn't have a real dream"
"I don't" I pointed at myself "You don't" Then her "We don't" I reffered to both of us "wonder why I am even talking to you?"
"Because" She blew her nails and looked at me "You just like to get on the edge of insanity just for fun and then hop back"
Ignoring my imitation,
I thought I finally got it, but I realised I don't remember my dreams " They were all stupid, today I don't want my days to be wasted on creating fake wings and jumping over furnitures" I told myself.
I made a promise with that stranger guy, and I am keeping it no matter what. I just need real dreams of mine. I don't keep any record like diary-writing stuff.
Which is funny because, I remember writing "dear-diary, someone ate my maggie at the lunch break when I was out to wash my hands, I am dead sure thats my evil English teacher. She ate my lunch"
I let out a sigh.
I am impossible. I rubbed my face with palm and sighed.
I stood up, parading back and forth. Squeesing my long lost memories of past by pressing my head between my fists. Mitsy-Nohara-Style.
"Go ahead with Thumbelina thing" My illusion told me . I gave her a look.
"No wonder you are my imitation" I said "Only you can provide such ideas in such serious times"
"Those are also dreams, childish but dreams" She said "you know ,your age is racing ahead of your brain, so it's fair to u"
"why are you sassy?" I crossed my arms
"You mean You?" She asked back
"I don't remember being like that!"
"You forgot how you acted infront of your 11th grade crush"
"he was being obnoxiously arrogant"
"Yeah, and you made him so insecure about his nose and his hair, on the edge all the time"
I chuckled "He deserved that"
"see" She smirked
"We are talking about us"
She flipped her hair behind before saying "I am just a part of you, not entirely you"
"Why it seems every part of my mind has an issue with me" I asked myself
"yes, we want to be unleashed"
"hehe, Like I would ever" I said " You are offensively insulting and edgy"
"how can you be insulted and not be offended?"
"don't look at me like that, The Author is doing this with me"
"She is playing you" She agreed
I looked at the ceiling and yelled "I need a raise after this chapter is over!!"
No reply.
*talk to me like that and you are out of the story!!*
" so Talking about shit" I tossed myself on the bed " Dada and uncle were talking about marriage things"
"who cares about their big mouth and rotten minds" She said
"I do" i said pointing at myself "You do" at her "We do"
She rolled her eyes. "I am that part that don't"
"I need to remember myself" I told her
"which means store room" She replied
I jerked up from the bed "where they keep memories buried"
"Lets go!" she stood up excitedly, clapping
"heh! Not you" Before she can open her mouth, I snapped my fingers and she puffs away in the air. I blew my hand-gun saying "your sass is pain in my ass"
So, where were we?
Yes, Vaishali. I have already video called her and it went like:
*Flashback*
Wearing everything red, I cannot help but stare at her stained head and cave-like nostrils.
She looked pretty but red saree and lipstick and sindoor made me cringe inwardly. I will never get used to see my friend like this.
"Kesi lag rahi hai!" She remarked making a sour face " lag raha khana nahi naseeb hua kitna din se"
" Khud ko v dekh lo" I insulted back " khatra ka sign lag rahi"
"tumko kya hua hai? Bimar kahe lag rahi"
"bimar hi hai" I coughed twice "dekhi?"
She pursed her lips, "batao"
"kya?"
"humko feeling aarha kuchh hua hai tumko"
"suhagraat me tisra aankh khul gaya hai tumhara lagta hai"
She choked out a laugh and I grinned back.
"Kya kya bolti hai, pagal"She said laughing " bolo jaldi, sir se lekar pair tak" blushing hard.
"wese idea to ho hi gaya hoga?" I asked her
"haan, halla ho gaya hai ki tum guest log ko jhadu se mari hai"
I laughed "aur?"
"aur avi tum ghar se bhagi hui hai"
I laughed " I love my neighbours" before adding "In an innocent way"
"bolo na"
I let out a sigh and narrated her the whole drama. Leaving out the stranger part, She was quiet like frozen fish.
After listening to my whole story, only thing you can suggest me was " tum bhag hi jao ghar se" adding "I will help you"
We started talking daily problems, and before she can start giving details on her marital life, I hung up.
*flashback-ends*
So, store room.
In the 5 years of my career, I haven't been here. The room was poorly illuminated.
There were quiled wires spread on the floor, a giant metal box on the right side of the room, on which a broken washing machine was kept along with my little cycle.
On the left, a custom-made wooden racks (idk what you call it) of my mother was placed. In which, broken jars of pickles and spices were kept. Hint of pungent smell was still in the air.
Dusty and dark, filled with junk. I found a small carton box beside that wooden giant, on a small coffee-table. Sealed with tape. Where I had letters and drwaings and medals, and trophies.
Don't doubt my capabilities, I was one-of-a-kind person. Star kid with struggle.
I was about to turn but knocked onto metal-box, hard, bruisung my little toe, pursing my lips to keep myself from moaning in pain.
"madar!madar!madar!" Cursed my stupid finger and that pile of junk, soundlessly. I don't want anyone to find me here and ask unnecessary questions.
Not ready for the next.
Something surred and it fell on my head, making me stumble and bump against the box, pissed with the jerky circumstances, I snatched something and chucked it over the dark wall. It made a thud sound, along with a hiss.
Something evil is after me!
I took the carton box and stepped only forgetting the wires on the ground and falling on the face. I yelped, as I hit the floor but my quick reflexes switched my one hand to save my little nose, cursing the evil around me.
I am not clumsy, I just didn't see where I was stepping.
I pushed myself up ignoring the glimpson of something shiney, only to lean back down immedietly.
the brown leathered, with the golden edge that shone against the old light bulb. Under the spell of nostalgia, I pulled it out.
"well, well, well..."I muttered "what do we have here!"
Chest of gold was found, in the cave of hazard.