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And when the two worlds met!
The evening wind that had descended on the quiet village roused the bossom of the autumn trees and blew away its dry leaves. The leaves now collected itself near a mound of earth. John who had come this way in search of wood was attracted to this 2-foot high mound. As he bent down to have a closer look, he saw a journal nestling cozily inside the sandy loam of clay. He read the lines that adorned its first sheet:
“You CAME at last.
I had sung into the wind to bring me the one I would love the best.
And today, after the golden orb of the sun had closed over the horizon,
I had seen you, are you for real or a vision”
No sooner had he read the lines, the mound suddenly vanished and so did everything else that had been around him. The brown earth that he was standing upon earlier had now taken the form of a stone cobbled path. The dim view of the forests was now replaced by a sparkling night scene of a city, bustling with people, and brimming with vigor. John ran his startled eyes on what surrounded him. He didn’t know where he was. At a distance, John noticed a man making a candle from the wax drippings. There was a candle burning next to him that had the shape of a journal. John blew the candle off hurriedly and took it in his hands. He was surprised to find that the candle had some wax tablets within it and inscribed on it were some lines….
“And again in my dream,
you quietly tip-toed in,
I saw in your eyes a twinkle,
by the glow of a flickering candle.”
John stopped reading the diary and looked on in astonishment. He did not know if he was dreaming or if it was real. Was he only a figment of someone’s imagination? John woke up perspiring. So that was a dream after all, he said to himself letting out a heaving sigh. His heart skipped a beat when he saw the journal again, this time kept next to him. The lines now read:
”You slept with your head propped on a mossy rock;
your face was the most pleasant one that I have seen.
But you live in my mind’s realm,
you are only a dream!
I will not allow your thoughts to remain;
Goodbye, O! Vision for I will never see you again.”
The diary now fell from John’s hands.
By reading the diary, he had crossed the mark that separated his own world from that of the real one. He had to meet with the same fate that was ordained for anyone who learnt the truth about the twin worlds!
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The evening wind that had descended on the quiet village roused the bossom of the autumn trees and blew away its dry leaves. The leaves now collected itself near a mound of earth. John who had come this way in search of wood was attracted to this 2-foot high mound. As he bent down to have a closer look, he saw a journal nestling cozily inside the sandy loam of clay. He read the lines that adorned its first sheet:
“You CAME at last.
I had sung into the wind to bring me the one I would love the best.
And today, after the golden orb of the sun had closed over the horizon,
I had seen you, are you for real or a vision”
No sooner had he read the lines, the mound suddenly vanished and so did everything else that had been around him. The brown earth that he was standing upon earlier had now taken the form of a stone cobbled path. The dim view of the forests was now replaced by a sparkling night scene of a city, bustling with people, and brimming with vigor. John ran his startled eyes on what surrounded him. He didn’t know where he was. At a distance, John noticed a man making a candle from the wax drippings. There was a candle burning next to him that had the shape of a journal. John blew the candle off hurriedly and took it in his hands. He was surprised to find that the candle had some wax tablets within it and inscribed on it were some lines….
“And again in my dream,
you quietly tip-toed in,
I saw in your eyes a twinkle,
by the glow of a flickering candle.”
John stopped reading the diary and looked on in astonishment. He did not know if he was dreaming or if it was real. Was he only a figment of someone’s imagination? John woke up perspiring. So that was a dream after all, he said to himself letting out a heaving sigh. His heart skipped a beat when he saw the journal again, this time kept next to him. The lines now read:
”You slept with your head propped on a mossy rock;
your face was the most pleasant one that I have seen.
But you live in my mind’s realm,
you are only a dream!
I will not allow your thoughts to remain;
Goodbye, O! Vision for I will never see you again.”
The diary now fell from John’s hands.
By reading the diary, he had crossed the mark that separated his own world from that of the real one. He had to meet with the same fate that was ordained for anyone who learnt the truth about the twin worlds!
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