Fake Love

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.

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