Elysium.

The golden-brown paper cracked as I tried to open it. I quickly hid it under a pillow, and with abated breath, waited for my Mom to rush in angrily.

For what seemed like eternity, I waited. I could hear my father’s snores in the other room so I assumed they were still sleeping. I took out the small golden-brown paper and looked at it longingly. Why, oh, why? Why was I forbidden? The entire world did what I wanted to. A and B just had that ‘forbidden fruit’ today while I had just stared at them enviously. They were looking at me; A had that superior proud look in her eyes. But I obviously couldn’t do it at that time. Mom was around. Even if she hadn’t been, I couldn’t trust those two not to spill my beans.

I smelled the golden-brown paper. Ah! Just the smell excited my entire body and sent delicious tickles up my spine. I placed the cracking paper beneath the mound of blankets, pillows and cushions and decided to just rip it open. Like we rip off a bandage in one quick motion.

The crack echoed in the room and kept re-echoing (or so I thought!) till my heart fluttered in my throat. I waited nervously under the covers, shutting my eyes lightly, just resting the eyelashes on my cheeks. I had mastered the act of feigning sleep by now.  Lie down on the bed with your legs sprawled out, breathe normally, and don’t squeeze your eyes shut.

After waiting for another eternity and praying inwardly all the while, I heaved a sigh of relief and took out the tiny, but, precious treasure of treasures which was almost cruelly sealed shut in the golden-brown paper.

I looked at it, my eyes filling with pleasure, my taste-buds craving it. Then I looked at the door once again and thought glumly, “Why, o, why was I born fat?”

Carefully, as if touching a sacred symbol, I took out the chocolate, put it in my mouth, and laid back on the pillows blissfully as the chocolate led me into Elysium.

Nostalgiosis…

I was just cleaning my ‘Academic’ cupboards and found a handful of short pieces of writing that I had done during my Art of Storytelling course. Now, I’ve gone a bit weird in the head for some time and nostalgiosis strikes at the stupidest things ALL the time.

The writings were just tiny little stupid things we had to do in ten minutes. Short writing exercises, to be precise. There is this one that we had to do in exactly ten minutes; a short scene focused on a specific moment in time. You get what I mean? I titled it “Elysium.”

Then, there’s this one in which we had to write a dialogue. Again, just a few minutes we were given to write it. No title or anything, but I got the remarks,”Just lovely! A lovely piece of writing!” so I’m definitely saving that, too. 

Now, experience tells me (and all the people who know me!) that it would do me no good to just save all those papers in which I’ve written them, coz I’ll lose them faster than you blink your eye. Then, luck warns me that my computer will probably die a horrible death soon, so I just might lose all that I’ve written. That has happened many times before.

So…I’ve decided, whether you like it or not, I’m saving them all here on my blog! They are all stupid and useless, really. But I wrote them, and some stupid and useless memory is linked to ‘em, so I decided to save them anyway. If you wish to read and/or comment, feel free to do so! ;)

P.s. Anybody has some medicine for nostalgiosis? I mean, think about it, the semester JUST ended a few weeks ago and I’m already feeling nostalgic! Ugh!