Not everyday begins with a good dream, but my day started with a great dream. I am starting to think that I have a condition, My dreams are too real, I am feeling them and getting kicks of feels like the touch, smell, taste. Even you have experienced and probably right about now you are either thinking you have a condition too or this idiot on his stupid blog is exaggerating. Funny thing I typed the word exaggerating without any spell checks. Never thought that would happen, my point being Brain does miracles without even you noticing. If you have a dream so real every now then it's fine but if you are having them frequently you may have a condition besides the spiking Estrogen or Testosterone levels which explain a lot.
Anyways this quick bit has nothing to do with dreams because it happened in real. Like any other day and like any other person I woke up scolding my stupid life and my stupid alarm which by the way happens to be the only Living or Non-Living thing that is really working hard to keep our lives going, yes it is trust me, not even you want your life to be going and you think of different ways of getting out of your own miserable pathetic life. Well if your parents came to your mind right when you are reading this you either love them so much or you just regret not listening them or any other reason but I am confident those two reasons cover almost everyone. I did the same thing you do once your alarm goes off, snoozed it, but that's not needed as there is one more alarm that goes in just 5 mins. Yeah I do that too, 5 alarms with an interval of 5 mins. Its funny, isn't it? You think you are doing something special but you end up knowing everyone does the same and you don't feel special anymore. God I hating brushing my teeth and pooping and showering and as if that's not enough the worst of all choosing what to wear. Why can't we just roam naked, wait on second thoughts no not naked I wouldn't want people to look at my skinny ass. Too many options are dangerous and not having any is the worst too. From picking up the inner wear to finding the perfect pair of socks, the struggle is real. isn't it? Don't even let me start about finding the perfect bra. Oh wait did you assume I was a dude until now. Common guys, why would you do that. I am a dude don't get too excited but I am pretty sure you brain sent some weird signals when you saw the word starting with the letter B. Some might have even read from the beginning to find the clues that I mentioned I was a girl. While I am not myself a girl I am writing about a beautiful girl. Yeah now you are interested again cause why would you read about a guy's stupid life unless it involves a girl.
After being all dolled up I mean dressed up so perfect and fine until you convince your brain that you look so good and you are good to go to the wild, you would start your never ending journey to the office. I did the same and nothing interesting until now. is it? hang in there kiddo. About my journey, it starts with a walk to the metro station then about 20 minutes in the metro and again a walk or a ride to the office depending on the I want to say mood but I would go with if I am lazy I would take a ride.
Now I walked to the Metro nothing special yet. Just when I was about to reach the platform the obvious thing happened the train left. Happens everyday and I got so used to it that I won't even take the first train that comes to the platform even I reached before. Why you ask, Because I don't want to upset my bad luck. Forget Karma, this is the bitch I was fighting for a very long time and also made a truce with it. Quick things about the Metro journey, It's rush it's really really rush. Forget about sitting you are lucky if you get a good place to stand without touching others. People cough, sneeze talk in phones so loud, It's like being struck in a crowded elevator for about 20 mins. I could go on about this metro journey but lets get to the good parts shall we.
There I was standing at the platform, it was not that crowded. I was a bit early thanks to my brain for choosing what to wear so quickly and I forgot to comb my hair. Combing is not the difficult part but the things you think while you look yourself in the mirror. You think you are looking at the mirror but you really are watching a short film on your own life. There are only three excluding me and like everyone, I too had wires around my neck and in my ear, but playing nothing I don't know know why I was not playing any music at that time funny thing I didn't even remember it until later.
The train came. We boarded. I was lucky. There was place to stand without touching anyone. Normally you would look around a quick glance to find something interesting like what others are reading, whom are they chatting with or talking with, wondering the background behind that talk. What will I do you ask I would compare the rates of the rides to my office. What can I say I was always in a quest to find the cheapest price. But not today this is when I realized I didn't play any songs, so I took out my phone and was busy with it. Just then, no not the girl yet, I was in weird conclusion that people on my left are looking at me, so I looked at my left side and found that some guys and also girls looking past me, that's a relief. I looked down at my phone again but as curious as anybody would be even I was thinking what are they looking at? Looking down at my phone my peripheral vision noticed something sparkling orange towards back at my right-side. I didn't look but now I know what are they looking at, it's a beautiful girl. How can I say she is beautiful without even looking, common unleash the Sherlock in you. People are looking at her even women now guys would look at girls all the time but girls envy the beauty there are even few aunties and uncles looking at her I cannot say what the uncles are thinking but aunties, they are probably thinking her as their daughter-in-law. Here's what my devil's workshop is thinking right now. I would look at her and get appreciate her beauty like everyone else or else I can just spare her the embarrassment of one more guy looking at her. Now you can sneak a peek at pretty girl and you think that she didn't notice you but as I was so eloquently said by colleagues they notice, they notice everything but they just won't say a thing to you, they let it slide and when you have good friends whom you have seen suffering with the same thing you wouldn't look at this beautiful girl even though your curious mind shouts look at her. Now this was an awkward situation the best thing I could do is mind my own business. So I started doing what I always do in Metro trains looking for cheap ride to my office from the metro station. Talking about rides, you know what bike rides are affordable and also more comfortable for some reason. Just releasing the tension, so there I was in metro with all the people at my left looking at a beautiful girl at my right and me happy that I found a cheap ride and also with no songs playing, yeah I forgot about the songs even there. Did I mention that the exit door is just in front of me. The station arrived I was hoping I would get off the train before her but the orange just moved and was beside me and I am still looking down at my phone waiting for my ride to call me. The doors opened she moved out and turned towards the left, there is a escalator on the left and there are stairs at the right side corner which I would normally use. I went out and turned towards the right and started walking.
Okay! for the magical moment to happen which I think you have guessed by now, there is no apparent reason that I could come up with as to why I turned back, but yeah I did turn back.
I just turned back and
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I again turned towards the way I was walking.
You wouldn't believe what happened in that five seconds
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