Was it a dream or wasn\’t it?

Work of fiction.

As I woke up from my nap today evening, I could feel a tinch of pain in my heart. It surprised me because nothing went wrong before I crashed. I spoke to her, I spoke to my friends and everyone was fine. But why do I feel this strange pain now? Why do I feel so moody now? I opened my whatsapp to check the messages. No, nothing is wrong there either. I closed my eyes, thought for a moment and when I opened my eyes, my vision was blurred. I realized something went terribly wrong.

I freshened up pretty quick and sit to think about my family, my career, her and friends in the exact order. I analyzed everything in detail. All is well with family and I can already hear the party poppers bursting in the drawing room. When I came to my career, it was something I already knew. Things are going pretty slow. I thought to myself, why is it? I didn\’t have an answer. I started thinking about her. The thought suddenly escalated to friends as if something was telling me \’think about her the last.\’ The term \’friends\’ has a funny meaning in my life and the line has already crossed to worry about them. Again, the thought went back to her. Yes, something is wrong between us. I started thinking deep to understand what is it? Is it my inferiority complex? Is it the fact I am not getting any signals from her side? Is it because I am trying too hard or is it like I am not trying at all? I was slowly starting to get pissed without getting an answer. I decided to ask any of my friends who know about her. I texted one person. No reply. I texted the second person. \’I am in need of advice\’ was the reply. I texted the third person. I didn\’t get any reponse for a two hours. I texted the last person. \’Whom are you talking about?\’ was the reply. I was slowly realizing where my problem lies.

…my phone started vibrating and I woke up in a shock! The message was \”Nothing goes wrong until you decide to get mindfucked yourself.\” Ironically it was from her. I smiled and replied \”How much do I wish, this wasn\’t a dream.\”