my dsplcd story

Words are pretty potent things.

What happens when you wake up to a Dream?

I`m having Déjà vu about the whole thing.

In Dreams that come true, Life surpasses the time-space continuum.

From city to city, the curious ones go.
Seekers. Wanderers. Dreamers.
Go. Going. Gone.

I’ve just arrived. I`m a big city girl. They assured me I’ll get by just fine.
I`m resting assured. I`m just a restless kind of person.

It took two suitcases to pack a lifetime into.
Well, almost. I hate baggage.
Memories are beyond backpacks. Thank God.

Comfort Zones get too cushy sometimes. This Life is brand new; in Debit, on Credit.
There is something so sinister about plastic money; you just don’t see the damned thing.
Out of sight yet on the mind. All the time.
From Paanch Rupaiyaa Baarah Aana to Dollars and Pennies.
From Dolphin to Orange to Airtel to AT&T.
From family surveillance to a lusty freedom.
From Mummy to Roomie.
From,
To,

It’s snowing and I am jubilant. I was so jubilant all through Fall.
Spring is on the anvil, I shall be jubilant.
I’ll go home to Summer if I can buy myself a ticket out of here. I think I`m here to stay.
Love is unconditional yet Life is not. It’s all so amusing and anecdotal.
Like the stuff you want to make scrapbooks about. Blog worthy.

Solitude begins tasting bad when it turns into Loneliness.
I`m doing great so far. I’ve just arrived.
So busy watching busy people going about their businesses.
You’ve to internalise a lot of things to adapt faster.
Can sense I’m going to be real busy real soon.
Yearned to be here and got lucky.
It’s so expensive to keep this dream alive.
No Rant, please.

So, like I was saying, I awoke once to a Dream and turns out its American.
What, really?

Words are such wasted little things.

Let’s meet. Your city or mine?


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