In The Mits Of Dreams

Crackling thunder interrupted a dream of Fresh Summer Breeze which brought the wif of wild flowers. Eyes opened to the Street lights that flickered while their warmth of yellow created figures and shapes on the stark white walls . The floor fan now resembled a large buzzing insect that jumped around relentlessly and the classical guitar looked like a chivalrous man in a Vandyke brown suit with a bow tie only upside down! The beams of light merged into the floor like a golden liquid .The tiles had delicate french patterns and the assorted shades of teal blue, aquamarine, tints and tones of white, napples, greens and hints of burnt orange looked like the bottom of the ocean where deep sea divers could find hidden treasures. Outside, the old fashioned water pump contributed to this hour of darkness with a queer background score. Reflections from the victorian dressing table mirror changed from time to time and spoke of shadows that seemed to be from faraway places. The heat wave that night called for a change in place and made the deep purple sofa seem so much more inviting to sleep in .It’s back faced seemed like a giant submarine that was about to submerge into a sea in the wee hours of the morning. Sounds of insects in the locality seemed like the crickets and bees were having a party of sorts . High ceilings in the room had a huge fan whirling around at the speed of light .Like a demented windmill it moved around aimlessly . Dull tapestries that ran around the corners of this room appeared like marching ants that had errands to run. The flowing sheers and curtains danced like sufi's to the breeze and altered their speed as per its mood swings !