Inquisitiveness...

I was walking on my “boulevard of broken dreams”. There were halogens, lying underneath every tree giving it a horrendous look but with a romantic touch. I was walking down a tor in the mid summers twilight thinking about the eminent poet Robert Frost’s, poetry “THE ROAD NOT TAKEN” and expecting the same to happen but as usual, whatever I think doesn’t happen to me, rather every time some enthralling things happen…..and this time also something new happened.

While I was about a mile away from the road that leads to the city, I suddenly saw a door with its nuts and bolts scattered on the ground. Although anyone could be flabbergasted by seeing a door but I wasn’t, because there was something that had made me stunned and that was its surface. The surface was having a 3D view, I couldn’t make out much but as far as my observation is concerned it seems like there is a wall, painted in black and transforming to the white one. I was dazzled and looked here n there trying to find out that, If someone is playing a prank on me? , but couldn’t find anyone. I don’t know either it was some mystical power or my inquisitiveness that took me closer to the tempting scary door. As I was walking more close to it I felt goose bumps appearing on my skin. After a few seconds I found myself one on one with the door…I thought to find something weird on the other side but it looked normal. Although I guessed it that I would see the same road after opening the door but still I knew my fretfulness would compel me to open the door and that’s it. My hand approached the handle, as soon as I touched it I felt a chilling sensation down through my spine, my heart throbbed with anxiety and fear.

I opened the door and enter into it. What I saw I couldn’t believe on it. A colossal garden whose abundant flora overflowing its boundaries like fine wine dripping from the cistern’s spouts. The rainbow colours with a punch of mild sunbeams wrap the garden same like the vibrant wings of butterfly covers its body. The same smoke that is used in dancing competitions was continuously thriving in this prodigious garden. The leaves of the trees were giving the background music to the melodious nocturnal song of nightingale bird. I was feeling like every flora and fauna is trying to tell something about themselves. This is the same place which my grandmother made me imagined in my childhood when she used to tell me fairy tales. Because of smoke the pavement was beclouded but I started walking. The wind was meditative. After walking about 20-30m I found.........


To be Continued......