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Sunday, February 8, 2015

Dream Vs Nightmare

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 51; the fifty-first edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with Red Ink Publishers and "Curse Of The Red Soil" by Durgesh Shastri. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.
"humpty dumpty sat on the wall"
She repeated after her - "Huty dety sat a wall".
Sneha burst in laughter as her angel jumped behind her. They were headed to home after daily visit to nearest play park.
"All the king horses..."
Sneha did not get any answer. Sneha looked behind to call Nikki. Her eyes widened. Nikki was no-where to be seen.
"NIKKI", she shouted at the top of we voice. She looked all around. There was no tree, no pot, no wall till almost 500 meters. She had no idea where to look. Her heart sank. She ran in all directions.
Sneha has brought her love into the world all alone. She had no choice. After those heartless drunkards left her bleeding and lifeless. She took the decision against all odds. There was no mistake of the new life in that. If god wanted to have her the motherhood this way, she accepted it. 'Love makes you complete', she had heard. Nikki's love made her life complete. She was the reason for her to smile in all odds.
"NIKKI, baby where are you?", She trembled in terror. Her face was wet with tears. "NIKKi, please call mumma...".
She suddenly sat breathless and looked at her side. Nikki was sleeping with her hand held tightly into her. Sneha kissed her forehead and held her with care. Why do people call them dreams. They are nightmares. No other word can replace them. She wiped off the sweat from her forehead and her eyes closed by themselves in a while.
Within minutes, she was again seeing something - this time, it was a dream. She whispered  - "You are my life and love Nikki. My first and last love.".
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  1. Two in one. And to a mom, her child is the first and last love. Liked the narrative. All the best!

    Someone is Special

  2. Moving story. Yes, hope there are no nightmares.

  3. The dream that came after a nightmare, just like the baby that came after the rape. I hope both mom and daughter find happiness in each other's hands and forget both nightmares soon!

  4. When we are close to someone we always have the fear of losing them....well expressed.

  5. Yea..when you love someone beyond boundaries,most of your dreams are to loose loved ones...
    Nice narration..All the best for BATOM

  6. Gave me goosebumps....intense and beautiful

  7. light at the end of the tunnel, she was brave enough to survive and start living her life again, beautifully written, a hopeful and a positive tale. I suggest to read it again for some slight grammatical errors.

    My Blogaton Entry It Was Just A Dream

    1. Thank you Cifar....
      Have re-read and updated.

  8. Heartfelt and touching! well written.

  9. Wonderful blopost, and I loved the way you highlighted the mother -child bonding and those emotions....
    ATB for BAT