Life is just a beautiful dream.This is the first phrase in which I strongly believed. Life then was actually beautiful.Unknowingly I was smiling being strangely content.

Those dreams I could never forget them. There was always a sunlit sky and I ran with a smiling face. Everywhere it was shining. The sky was blue. White clouds flew at their own pace. The mustard stalks danced to the tune of the gentle breeze. Everywhere I looked it was a stretch of yellow. The mustard flowers bloomed in full swing. I was happy.

The beauty tempted me towards it and I was sucked in. As I stepped forward I heard a sound, it came from under my feet. I looked and found white pebbles gathering under the foot I put up to walk into the field. It was wierd but still I stepped on it. As my feet touched the ground the pebbles had made the entrance. As I looked up towards the field I saw the whole of the path extending into a long stretched white line among the infinitely stretched yellow field.

As I stared the path was made. As I saw the path I stepped on it with my other foot and walked. The weather was heartwarming.

It filled me with energy. I started to run. I kept on running.

Running and running and running. I was running with my full speed. After sometime I became tired and stopped to catch a breathe bending my head and closing my eyes for a moment. when I looked up I saw a large ever green tree. I went to it and stood under it's shade. I watched the tree in silence with only the sound of the breeze in my ears.

As I sat suddenly I saw a golden lily blooming at a distance. It was pretty. It was beautiful. It was golden having a enchanting smell. Suddenly I felt the urge to pick it. I went towards it slowly and put my hands forward. I held the stalk and pulled it out.I took it with me and again sat in the shade. I adored it.It was soothing. But as I kept on watching it, I started to get drowsy and finally after a moment I fell asleep.

I was asleep, sound asleep.

Me: Dreams........Can they......be real........          Mind: Yes.....They can.

Me: The dream.......I saw......that day......was it real........

Mind:Yes......It was.                                                Me: The azure sky, those floating milk clouds, those dancing flowers were they real?

Mind: Yes.......They were.

Me: Were they really........true?                          Mind:Yes

Me: So everything was real.

Mind: Yes

 (Dreamily I asked)

Me: And the golden lily?

There was silence.

 I asked politely repeating the same question

Me: Tell me was it real too                                    There was Silence again.

I started to panic and asked the same question.

Me: Come on,was it also true?                            Silence was again present to ruin my mood.

I started shouting

Me: Tell me, was it true?                                      After a long silence my mind answered

 Mind:…………NO

And there was it again that silence. Again present to horrify me. But why was I silent? Then why did I create that it? This scared me; my own creation scared me. Why was I scared? Was I scared of myself or of silence? No, I was not. I was not scared of it rather I was scared of that which was about

to come after that silence. I was scared of the sorrow that was about to engulf

me.  The thing that would break the

silence.

So I hid her. That little girl. I hid her completely. Her sentiments, kindness, likings and helpfulness. The me that found happiness in everything. So, I locked her in that beautiful dream. She could see that azure sky, those milky clouds and run among those shining flowers. So that she could

be happy and smile forever. So that I could keep her away from reality.

After a while I opened my eyes. I was in my classroom, it wasalmost lunch break. The bell rang and everyone went out. I got up stretching myself still stuck in the most of that conversation. I took out my lunchbox and

went out as well. I was going to class 5-B to have lunch with my best friend.

I sat on my friends bench with her and my another friend. Our sections  had changed after fourth standard. We three were in the same class in fourth standard. In fifth they

were in 5-B and I in 5-A.

We finished lunch and I went out to wash my hands and keep my lunchbox in my bag. I was happy as I was going to play with my friends. I came back and was climbing the staircase to go to her class but as I was almost at

it's top I saw my friends. To give them a little scare I hid behind the door. I heard them speaking.

Other friend: If you tag along with her I won't play with you anymore.

My Best friend: Why are you worried about her? Who cares about her.

Other friend: What?

My Best friend: Don't worry I was just using her. I am going to throw her away.

Other friend: Don't lie. She always comes. Tell me why she always tags along then?          My Best friend: Its not me its her. I don't want her to come but she is always sticking with me.                                      Other Friend: Do you really mean it? Well if you do then  tell her not to come. Okay!

My Best friend: Yeah! yeah! You don’t  have to tell me that I too don’t wanna mix  but she’s either stubborn or a complete idiot. She doesn’t get it yet. I hinted her many times but…….Aah! But don’t worry this time I’ll tell her for sure. You are unwanted here.

I became blank, I was helpless, sad, pitiful, broken. I turned back and started running down the staircase. I was scared, I wished to cry, I wished to hide. And I was going down the stairs I tripped and fell. It was all

black I was hidden. Now I can cry in peace. No one will see me and none will

hurt me.

I had a little pure heart. A little heart which she threw and made pieces out of it Till then I believed that if your heart broke it will be in millions of pieces. But when my heart fell just like the glass it became two parts. One was bleeding and the other was lost.

After closing my eyes I woke up under the same tree. Everything

was same but as I looked at the Lily in my hands it was already dried up, it has

started to stink. So I threw it away. As I threw it away my senses lead me to

my hand that held the flower. My hand was bleeding. There was blood there, so I

held it tightly to stop the bleeding. While doing so I heard a faint voice

telling me

See, it wasn't real....the golden lily..... it was all fake.

I got up and left on the white gravel path. I kept on walking

and saw the road leading to a circle among the mustard field whose floor was

made of pure white marble. A small girl stood there as I stepped on the marble

the road behind me vanished. The girl was beautiful. She had long hair, reddish

brown eyes and the brightest smile. Seeing me she smiled and came to me.

Holding my hands she started to speak.

Little girl: Hi! Hope your fine.

Me: Yes, I am. But who are you?

She laughed.

Little girl: Forget about that and look at it as much as you want.

I did not know what she was talking about so I looked around and but it was all the same.    Little girl: It is all the same, I know.

Me: Then why……..                                                  Little girl: Why I want to show you?                  Me:Yes..but I have already seen it.                      Little girl: People don't like to see the same things over. When they have it they don't get its value yet they cry when it's gone. So see as much as you want and don't cry after it's gone.

Me:But......

Tending to ask why must it be lost I looked at her and then saw her looking at me she smiled and singing an old strain she danced away.There she was dancing with her beautiful body immersed in herself. The sun shone high, the flowers danced to the beat of the rhythm of the wind and everything was fine.

I looked at her dancing and then kept looking at my surrounding. This made me drowsy and I slept again. When I woke up I was at my home, lying on the bed with my mother by my side.