A Beautiful Morning!

The place is so quiet and so serene, as much as you, because I don’t like it loud. The only sound reaching us is of the river’s water tapping over stones slowing down, but that doesn’t obsess me much, all I care about is your eyes, I can see snow covered mountains in your round black coloured eyeballs. Now all I need is a box, a box in which I can store this moment forever and bury it under the tree where we are sitting so that after years when your blue jeans turns into churridaar pajami and we meet I could take the box out and spread the butterflies of magic all around to get back this moment. The jerry mouse on your top reminds me of your mischievous nose, which every time plays its part when you are sad or merry. I’d like to climb on your eyebrows and make a jump into the pool of your glittering eyes, get myself lost till I notice your heels you wear to make up with my height, how sweet of you. I could have ceased your hand from placing the tiny bunch of your lovely hair back of your ear, until I notice your stupefying earrings shining more on sunny today. I in full emotion stand up and turn around to shout it loud, I don’t like it though still that “I love you, I love you more than my Billie Jeans as they are now out of fashion, I love you as much as you love me” predicting it already, till I hear flamboyant voices I search here and there and notice two men staring at me, one standing with Spanish guitar other with a BIG GUN standing meters away from us , I seriously wanted a hint what is going on? I mean okay seriously you are there?, I as more interested in guns throw my gaze on the man with the BIG GUN and notice he is pointing the BIG GUN on me, he instantly grab a mouse from the ground puts it in the BIG GUN and load it twice, I’m there only confused thinking should I be confused or not?. He fires the mouse towards me with the BIG GUN and SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! On my face “What the Hell? Will you behave?” yells my roomie, now I recognised the flamboyant voice “I don’t wear earrings and there aren’t any mountains here in ferozepur”, I wanted to say we have flyovers, but that doesn’t make any sense, does it? “You are so very mad” he continues, Well Me- I’m not confused any more because now I knew I had a fabulous dream, Yes! A real fab one, me reaching my cupboard, grabbing my toothbrush, moving towards washroom, roomies’ voice faints, me thanking god! That I don’t have a dirty mind unless my dream would have resulted my roomie bawling “What the F#*k, Are you Gay?”. Thank you Dream Girl you saved me, a very good morning to you.

-Kartik Tewari