As usual, the complicated grown ups we are, my head was loaded with a list of To-Do’s, goals, frustrations, analysis….. as the flight took off, the pressure had an impact on my ears that distracted me and made me put a pause to load on my brain. It was bright day time and I was looking down the window pane of a flight.
Sometimes its good to leave your heart free. When you know there is no one around who recognizes you. When you are sure there is no one who can in anyway make any difference to you. When you know nothing can reach you and you can reach nothing, that’s the best time ….. stop thinking anything and everything and look around like a baby or a kid would do. I don’t know how many would enjoy doing this but I did. Enough said, let me put my silly chhilly thoughs! This makes me giggle to myself in one of the purest form of relishing which hardly happens in real life with grown ups.
As the altitude increases, the world becomes blur and the clouds look closer. At a certain altitude, I feel as if the I am in a garden of no much contrast. As if everything is in light colors. And the world beneath is a world with higher contracting colors and contrasting feelings. This white world above May be a blue print some art work. Whoz art?? Who else can it be other than God here? The most naughty, worse and best thing I ever know. When clouds go down ………… I was thinking how mean God is to some ….. and then looking down again. This time it looked like am looking in to a packed box something in it but covered with cotton.
My world is colorful!
Greens, hues, dark barks
Light, dark and bright animals.
Contrasting floral and fauna is our world.
Flying high, is our world blurring …..
Soon I see a garden of light colors. Oh no bright contrasts!
Something very peaceful as it is all white but not very interesting.
Going higher, its like something beneath, covered by cotton,
Who would put cotton on the world below?
World is a lotta mess God did.
Probably God is a Kid who has a mom.
As she suddenly walks in, in an attempt to hide the mess from her.
He quickly drops cotton all over.
Hmmmm probably my frustration on God makes me feel all this. Let me listen in the silence to hear the other party speak.
In a defence, God says, Hey you with a sinking heart.
I am supreme, I am blinding you. The layer of cotton is just you.
I am trying to gift you something new.
Relax as you fly and watch out to have the feel of opening a gift.
Enjoy it dear!
Hahaha how nice to get a gift!!
But you know what, complications are all over. Its just the time you take to realize.
Is it better to be nomadic? Keep moving before things complicate??
Its your majestic life! All yours!! We are here just to see!!! 
Total innocence and a goal high set is what she is. She was preparing for a trail unusual. She made principles tough! Unlike most others who set their goals a few miles away on the most commonly trodden ways, she dreams a goal and works a way to it, no matter how hard she needs to sweat out to make that one. Circumstances turn sour on her on every step she takes. Believing its only something good that can happen after bad, She smiles. A heavy mask she wears, that seems the defeat for someone against her. Her determination and dedication keep her going. 
He showed her the bliss in trusting a person and sharing the loads. She, who was always independent, started trusting him. He did things before she could ask him. He could foresee her dreams, knew her flaws, understands her strengths and arranged everything he could for her to have seemingly a cake walk. He told her how love makes him do all this without a second thought. Seeing how much and how beautiful they could fulfill their dreams together, she started loving him. She knew she just needs to be herself to love him and be loved. 
Soon they were in love and all the pain would simply drain away when they are together. She was excited to gift him something. And both together choose an “ORANGE SHIRT”. He looked handsome and bright and with all the love he had for her, he bent to hold her in love. She wanted to see the love in his eyes but was too shy to do so. 
But he was having the tints of red. He now studied her enough to know how to use her. The gruesome hues started creeping in him. Having drained exhausted her tears, she cried blood. He knew now that he has stirred enough he can leave the soup to boil. She was boiling in the soup of emotions with the violent ingredients of situations. Unable to put herself out, she reached out for help of his family, poor girl did not know she was actually inviting more vampires. 
The vampire shines bright in red after preying on her
Trying to be something, we have long forgotten to be ourselves.
