THE LIE OF TRUTH
Sitting by the window on a rainy morning she was thinking about life. Life which has colors in it, a life which lost colors. The music of rain was creating the melody of life. The rain water touching every realm of earth , the greenery all around making eyes feel unreal about their own existence. Neither she was questioning nor she was criticizing, but there was something in her eyes that faded every second. What was it? Was it a new beginning or ending of an old story?
Suddenly the background changed and she was in world totally different of what she was living in. What was it, was it even real? Millions of people were there in front of her. She found herself standing on the stage all dressed up formally. The public was huge in number and they all were waiting for her to speak. For her, but why?
Who was she , why was she even there? She saw around and witnessed she was standing next to the Prime Minister of the country. But how and why was she standing next to Mr. Prime minister. All of a sudden , the anchor welcomed all along with her and asked everyone to take their respective seats. Her mother and father came up to the stage with proud and sat at her back seat. Her mother asked, 'can you give the speech , are you nervous?' She looked her with questionable look. How could everything change suddenly? what was even happening. Further she could think anymore, she was welcomed to give a speech to the audience. Apart from all this , she was internally feeling happy. She started speaking but couldn't speak, but she was speaking and nothing could be herd.
Public started chanting her name loudly and suddenly, bright light hit her eyes and it was all knowing things around her. She swallowed the surrounding. It was raining really hard. It was a dream. A dream?
Yes, a dream that felt real but wasn't true. It was the lie of the truth. But it was something she dreamt of?
She wanted a life where she could have fans, or a more appreciable term would be appreciators.
The diary was shut closed and pen was kept aside. Sighing she completed another chapter of her novel and thinking hard to write further but nothing crossed her mind.
~A fiction by theAgamidtalks
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