Grandma told me the stories ;

Stories of charming fairies,

Caught in cages,

Having no baggage.

Living in Reverie,

Of prince charming bravery.

They believe in miracles,

Still see the circles.

Yet, no one would come

To save them from draconian foes ...."

"Ok, that's enough, get up, we are going"

Thereupon our first class, Anne was reciting her poem in the department's lawn. which she wrote last night, stole the idea from the Netflix series. Ah! her super visionary world and her poems. I am not giving a word to her.

I tugged her and went to the chemistry department where we had to meet up with our friend.

"Why are you always in hurry? She yelled.

" Because you are a sluggish sloth " I hissed

"I was totally and entirely engrossed in my utopia but you brought me out of it. I despise you, Stella."

I stopped and gave a glare, "Sometimes, reality has many more alluring charms than fantasies. Come, we need to reach before the next class.

"Oh! that's why I call you speedy " Anne jibed at once.

Anne and I (Stella ) always live in our esoteric fairyland, where we are the High Queens, yet we don't have any king nor shall we want. We joined this university "Pepperdine University" in Los Angeles a year ago. Our interest is to read literature and evaporate ourselves with the redolence of sprouts, we fall for stories' characters who glamour our nerves, live with such maddening curiosity and urge to explore all the universe below the sea and above the skies, dive with flying mobulas and seeing the actualities of twinkling stars and exploring the bleakness of black hole. Such interestingly insane interests are the justification for our breathing. So, we took admission to English Department at this university; our life's first wise and sound decision we can confess proudly.

We are the wanderers, our urge to dig holes and expect the arrival of fairies and magical diadem is so insane.