Reality: Part 3

PS: This post is the continuation of ‘Reality’ short story series and those who haven’t read the 1st 2 parts can check it out here. 🙂

* Reality: Part 1

* Reality: Part 2

I sat under a wooden log beside and felt so insecure to stay there as a part of the jolt which has reflected on me through the boot steps of that overweening fatty black horse. In addition to that, I saw a very unrealistic schizoid happening there in between.

“Oh my God! My life has got a fixed schedule for a drastic ending now. Indeed, I’ll die soon!”

Two pure white horses of similar appearance were also following their leading mate who has just passed by. But…? But……??  What about the 2 gorgeous looking ladies who had been riding those two peaceful looking souls??

Soma! Easthatpl rebroplaro?”, I heard this command from the opposite side via which the black liege had crossed. A gentle looking man who wears a thick jacket and short jeans with a brown hat on his head was actually leading that fellow. It might be the cause of my fear, I missed him someway while passing in front of me.

“ Rehjyieam tloksh! Wodjiluli rlopitoyiq, Manu”, one among the lady passing by my side said back.

Soma! Teltyuicheywtre?, pronounced like a query from the other lady following her.

“Lingytarejjiopam! Gyerturnao maiurl”, she told her.

 What I understood from their conversation was the only familiarity of these 2 Indian names ‘Manu’ and ‘Soma’. Hence I assumed their names as Manu and Soma itself, though the 2nd lady’s name was unknown for me, as they didn’t give any clue about her name at least in their talks.

“Rutezfer human ewgcolpj? Uh?”, Manu looked back and said to them.

“Yeah! Ei yopl wk rutezfer in. Amanda, energu qipoooo… qipooooooooo….”, the unknown lady kept her head down to her horse’s right ear and took a long wooden stick from the hanging bag she has.

I could watch all these breathtaking events clearly because of the reason that I was hiding too closer to them. She took the stick and spelled few words so silently, but I was too much afraid for hearing it repeatedly and watching the rough-illogical movement of her lips.

“Boouutooooooooo…..! Boutooooooo……! Boutoooooooooo…….!”

Suddenly a very huge thunderstorm started blowing and I felt so awkward in experiencing all this!

“What the heck is going on here? I asked again to myself.

Suddenly, I sensed a smacking sound echoing on my ear drums and looked at the direction from which the sound was coming.

“Holy shit! Uhh…uhhh… I….I’m…? Eughhhhhhhhhhhhh…..”

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Reality: Part 2

PS: This is the continuation of a short story series and those who haven’t read the 1st part can check it out here. 🙂

I continued walking through a battered rocky path, which I found out on my flightless way after committing that brutal crime. I sensed the melodious beautiful rhythms singing by a smashing snipe sitting on one of the branches of a cut out pine tree. Her cheery voice spreads all around the misty atmosphere and I stand over there silently hearing it for a while.

Soumyaji! You are such an iridescent soul who could superlatively express every emotion and feelings in our lives with your heartfelt and impalpable creations”

I heard this from a zestful listener, a young, cheerful, elegant and lovely gal, right in front of her, who was actually sitting behind the other branch of pine tree and hidden for me because of the extra large width of wood though.

“Hahaha! It’s my pleasure to have a keen listener like you here and spend your valuable time in hearing me, Naima.”

“Of course! It’s all about the substantive connection between an insurgent singer and a tasteful listener, Naima.”, a 3rd female voice from the back.

Wow! It’s a ‘winged’ squirrel. 😀

“Alright, Matrone! I wish you are also enjoying every bit of her amateurish thoughts.”, Naima said to that comical structured fellow.

 “We are too much blessed and lucky to have a pied fount like you in our small world, Soumya.”, another female sweet voice of 22-25 years old who has almost of similar attitude of Naima and sitting next to her.

“You people made my day so special, Jensy!”, she replied back to that young gal from whom she has got the explicit compliment.

The contrast which I saw in this wonderful dream land is,

“There is a connection existing between every living thing over here and they can communicate each other with the common well advised language which we people used to prefer in the real world.”

“Am I in a fairy tale similar to ‘Alice in Wonderland’ or ‘Hobbit’?”, I spoke to myself after hearing all this. A most harsh fact that struck my mind was ‘I’m fully nude, but all these people were very well dressed’. If this wasn’t the condition, I could even ask them at least where I’m or what’s going on here. Hence I try to understand my peculiar condition and disgust for not finding any men like me and waited there for them to leave away from that very implicit spot.

Suddenly, the alliteration of a sound similar to the boot steps of a sturdy looking horse reflected on my ears! All these girls flew away when this highfalutin image echoed on them. I kept my ears close to a broken wood besides and found that the cracking sound is following me. Yes! It has been coming closer to me… Much closer… Too close to the woods…….

*to be continued….!

My Retractable World!

I’m in a wonderland of writing,

Where the naive in me portraits some smattering ideas.

It’s a fairy land of writers and readers,

Who are well enough to implant about anything.

The hover inside me on this new world,

Had a fear of exposing my thoughts like a gleam.

Am I able to sustain on this new world with my insights,

It sounds like a fire internally over his flimsy mind.

With much courage and faith,

I started walking on this unsophisticated land for me.

With in short time, I realized;

This is a world, which welcomes all having ideas and opinions about anything.

This world rates your thoughts and ideas you expose,

Through comments and likes; that  always gives an innovation for me.

It always serves me pleasure and satisfaction,

                       To have an inexplicable walk around my wonderland.