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This is for those who want to write or have written something on their own accord like short stories , novelt poetry or maxims but no cheatign haaaaaaaaaan. i will post my short stories in next sitting. Do you any?

Dead’s dream



Before start the story, I would like to tell you that it is mere thought on which story is based. But these are our thoughts, which maneuver reality, and reality is, what we anticipate.
Let's not mix up the things and imagine that the world in which we are and living is not a real world, it is world of imagination, a world of dream. We are living some where else, infact we are sleeping some where else and what we consider a reality, is sheer a dream. A dream that is so systematic, logical and rational which seems not like a dream at all. Things are not a helter-seclter, infact every thing is in apple-pie-order.
Here, one can question, what sort of dream it is, which has rationality and logic. We all know that dreams are often, episodes of scattered images, which have no logical sequences; it is like the characters of Arabian stories that comes and vanishes at once. If we little burden our memories, the answer is pretty much clear.
Why dream is not rational and has logical sequences? It is because "we dream twice". As I have mentioned earlier in the inceptional paragraph that we are sleeping somewhere else. First our so-called reality is not a reality but a dream, secondly, we are dreaming in a dream. That is why our dream is an episodes of scattered images because the bonds between thoughts and rationality weakened twice and our logic let them roaming. Rationality can hold and grasp images in the dream but how could it manage the images of dream that is already in the dream. If here we involve science a little, it will make things more clear.
We know that matter has three conditions:
(a) Solid (b) Liquid (c) Gas
These three states exist because of the strength between the molecular bonds. Stronger is the strength, solid is the state.
Let's stop blathering about the things and forget every thing and be neutral for the next twenty-twenty five minutes.

He was driving towards home after finishing. The recessation in the distance increasing his anxiety, with the sweet and lugubrious notes of music in the backdrop, he was enjoying drive. Unfortunately on a turn of a corner, some one else also was enjoying drive the car and with screeching of wheels, a collision.
He was crying with pain but all his cries were fading in the oblivision.
"Danial wake up, wake up Danial.”
She was shaking him with the maximum energy she can marshal.
"Thanks God it was a dream."
He sighed with relief after waking up. He was sweating and panting and was entangled with fear of death and perhaps the fear of not getting up.
"What happened?” she asked worriedly.
"A dream, a dream that was so beautiful, so sweet and so real but the end...”
He satisfied her and let their conscious roaming once again.



She gets up early in the morning before the sunrise. She is standing on window and peeping through the pan. She is contemplating about the salad days, how the things have been changed. Every thing seems to her fake and insipid. Her mind is collecting images from the deceptive memory to form a thought.

Horizon is brimmed with Dark and Dense clouds. They are gamboling in the sky. They are embracing, kissing and dissolving in each other, they are making new images, new thoughts and new hopes with every passing moment. They seem absolutely free in palatial space but they move with the move of wind, they have to travel in the direction of wind willingly - unwillingly. They have no choice. They are forced to do what are they doing with an air of freedom.
She is imagining how she first fell in love with Danail, the pangs of love. She is feeling the rapture state of mind when she is got hitched, the revelries of betrothal. She is sensing the intense feeling, the pangs of labor. She is smiling, she is weeping, and she is immobile. Finally she is exasperated, tired and wretched. How the circumstances change without giving a single warning, happiness turned into weariness and hope into apprehension.

Sun is up now. The clouds are vanished. She is thinking to resign when Danial grasp her from behind, he kisses her on her neck, whispering in her ear.
"Good morning.”
"Morning.” She said smilingly with out an urge of smile.
"What happened to you in the night.”
"It was a dream, perhaps a nightmare.”
"Don’t you think we are dreaming all the time, and it’s a dream right now.”
He pinched on her cheek. "If it is a dream then you should have waked up now.”
"This is our first dream and it requires more pain to come out of the influence.”
"Can’t we adopt a child"? He makes a futile effort.
"Can’t we wake up?”
"Come on Diana, please get out of this trance.”
"I want to get out of this slumber.”
“This is damn reality in which you are breathing.” He starts losing his patience.
“This is reality in which we have lost a child and you cannot become mother any more and it is stamped by the real doctor in a real hospital, how could you take it as a dream. If you think it is a dream of yours then what the blazes I am burning and suffering for?”
“Because I love you, I love you in all my conditions, in dreams, in reality and in imagination.” She says without love.
“Stop this nonsense”. He says with love.
She also starts losing her patience.

The clouds are reshaping once again, perhaps this time a monstrous look that is intimidating the onlookers, with a touch of excruciating miseries. Now, the showers on, with the thunder cries of wretched creature that can shake the entire heaven and earth, start wetting the soft and cozy soil of cheeks.
“Diana, sweet heart, Oh……… please stop crying, I am sorry.”


The thunder cries and showers continue willingly perhaps unwillingly but spontaneously.
“I didn’t want to hurt you, please stop it, else I will start considering myself a sinner.”
After a pause the prayer of a sinner granted and it stoped but in the meanwhile the showers cleared up the atmosphere. Every thing is sluiced. The horizon, which was occupied by the dark clouds a moment ago now turned, and rainbow of hopes can clearly be seen on it. On a beautiful, palatial but empty looking horizon, a bird appears. It suddenly animates the entire scenario. The emptiness and barrness of sky has been removed. It is twittering, chirping and hovering all over the space with a touch of innocence. It is gathering the attention of the onlookers and making their face animated with a smile. It is flying high in the sky and during his flight; it is lost for a moment. Again the happiness turns into frustration and weariness, the joy vanishes and emptiness reappears. At the same time the bird visualizes and a glimpse of his doubles the joy.
“I will never let him disappear again”. She said abruptly. “I am ready to adopt a child.”
“Really.”
Danial’s joy has no bounds. “Thank you, thank you Diana.”
“We will go right now to adopt a child, lets hurry up.”

They are on their way. He is getting exited because he is going to become father. He is ecstatic and in this fanatic state, he strikes his car and with screeching of wheels, a collision.
They are in hospital. Danial got a serious head injury while Diana got some light wounds but she is ok.
“How is he going doctor?” She asks with grief.
“Sorry, he is no more.” Doctor replies.
She rushes towards him and marshals all her energies, she can.
“Wake up Danial, Wake up, please wake up.” But this time no movement.

Danial wakes up and finds nothing around him. He is little depressed and says in lugubrious tone.
“Oh………thanks God it was a dream”.



(Nasir Iqbal)