Distorted Phoenix

Except for the name, she almost remembered everything. It was quite difficult to comprehend where she was and what was happening. It felt like she had risen from her ashes and was slightly dismantled. A distorted Phoenix!

She waded through the water and decided to explore the nearby land as she was keen to figure out what place was this. As she walked, she plucked the lowest hanging jackfruit to satisfy her hunger. It had been quite a while and she had walked few miles in and around the apparent jungle and was convinced that she is in her or someone else’s dream. She pinched herself and got hurt.

There were birds everywhere, multi-coloured. The blue of the sky was fading away. The clouds were being blown away like smoke. The grey was the new garb.

She decided not to wake herself up as it was quite a dream!

“I really love you...I really do,” she fondly remembered her drunken voice. She brushed aside the thought. It was little difficult to walk around now as the night had gathered all around her. The moonlight was decent but the dim darkness was slightly scary. Her eyes felt heavy. “Sleepy in a dream...now that’s funny,” she smiled.

“What happened before I was in the water?” She again jolted herself back from the thinking mode. She curled up against the tree, tying hard not to close her eyes.

She suddenly woke up with the humming sound of a cuckoo who was sitting really close to her. It looked at her in a way like he was eager to please its special guest.

“This dream will be worth remembering,” she thought.

“The last two years have been like two lives for me. They have been like heavy stones on my back while my back had a masochist personality! So what do you propose?” The memory of her drunken voice irritated her.

She tried to concentrate on the birds sitting close by. The stars had also begun to add glitter to the grey of the sky. It felt like a quiet, romantic party.

“Let’s just take off....in different directions,” she was confused as to whose voice it was. She got highly irritated this time and tried to nudge herself out of the dream.

Convinced it was over, she opened her eyes and saw the cuckoo still staring at her in amazement. The party was still on.

She was finally convinced.

“I want a new beginning...of everything,” she remembered the last thing she had wished for!