The sight of dark swirling chocolate with whipped creme in front of you and the scent of hot cake wafting from the oven behind. The slow rise of batter visible from outside, every glance stolen. Bubbles on the surface telling you, it's going to be perfect...fluffy, scrumptious, warm and tender... Then the focus shifts back to the icing...it has to be perfect too...the dark, rich brown of coco hiding the pristine white of creme...
Then you shift and wake up!
Damn!!!
It's morning and there is no cake cooking...it was just a dream.
In zombie fashion you walk to the washroom and get fresh. Somehow the residual sleep is magnified after the trip to the loo. Dragging your feet to the kitchen, you fix yourself a brown bread sandwich with soya spread and nutri. So much for the cake dream!
Sifting through the daily mundane activities, and the oh-so-heavy dose of reality, the cake keeps visiting you from time to time. Sleeping is not required anymore, you can almost sense its taste and richness in your daydreams. The fantasy turns to the haunting! Ingesting some more yellow-food you fantasize about the dark coco color of your imaginary friend...
A friend, yes...The dreary reality makes the fickle dream seem like such a friend. It doesn't apply rules, doesn't expect, doesn't judge your actions or other thoughts...it just lingers...like an emotional support to your battered psyche. You ache and long for the chance to drift back into the dream world when you can actually taste your magical creation of the night before. The idea doesn't occur that the dream may not continue (its not "Tivo" up there, after all!).
By the time its the hour to hit the sack again you are so obsessed with the cake that you can't shut your eyes long enough to fall asleep. Every cell in your body seems to be vibrating, dying to transcend into an alternate reality which can take you that much closer to your cake! 60 minutes of tossing in the bed later, you get up.
Pick up the phone.
Dial a 24 hours service.
Place an order for your dream.
And then the reality hit you again... there is no cash in the wallet.
Damn!!!
You pick the phone again.
Dial the same service.
Cancel the order.
Hit the sack.
This time, sleep doesn't evade...it comes and engulfs you in the scent of your cake once again...
Then you shift and wake up!
Damn!!!
It's morning and there is no cake cooking...it was just a dream.
In zombie fashion you walk to the washroom and get fresh. Somehow the residual sleep is magnified after the trip to the loo. Dragging your feet to the kitchen, you fix yourself a brown bread sandwich with soya spread and nutri. So much for the cake dream!
Sifting through the daily mundane activities, and the oh-so-heavy dose of reality, the cake keeps visiting you from time to time. Sleeping is not required anymore, you can almost sense its taste and richness in your daydreams. The fantasy turns to the haunting! Ingesting some more yellow-food you fantasize about the dark coco color of your imaginary friend...
A friend, yes...The dreary reality makes the fickle dream seem like such a friend. It doesn't apply rules, doesn't expect, doesn't judge your actions or other thoughts...it just lingers...like an emotional support to your battered psyche. You ache and long for the chance to drift back into the dream world when you can actually taste your magical creation of the night before. The idea doesn't occur that the dream may not continue (its not "Tivo" up there, after all!).
By the time its the hour to hit the sack again you are so obsessed with the cake that you can't shut your eyes long enough to fall asleep. Every cell in your body seems to be vibrating, dying to transcend into an alternate reality which can take you that much closer to your cake! 60 minutes of tossing in the bed later, you get up.
Pick up the phone.
Dial a 24 hours service.
Place an order for your dream.
And then the reality hit you again... there is no cash in the wallet.
Damn!!!
You pick the phone again.
Dial the same service.
Cancel the order.
Hit the sack.
This time, sleep doesn't evade...it comes and engulfs you in the scent of your cake once again...
:(((((((((( uaaaaaaaaaaaah menu v dream wich lelo....
ReplyDeletetu dekh he rhi hogi, main kha v lungi...:D
p.s. chen ek pal nhn...chen ek pal nhn, aur koi hal nhn....so plan "monginis" back on :p
make it!!!!
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