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Hallucination


Talks beyond holding hands
Were her secrets
Where teens gossip of things
That happen in attraction
Places we visit when infatuated were normal
But her talks beyond the healthy flirting
Were not casual

Getting ready for the date
She was standing before the mirror
To her the color of skin is quite attractive
More than the other colors
May it be any shade of skin
It's breath taking
That day when she came across the boy
In hustle of getting her train
She sensed him cute just for his look before this
But now she just smelled him
When he was close to her for micro second
And for the first time in 23 years of her life
She was talking about a boy, smelling good.
A good beyond just talks
A good much more than to be forgotten
The kajal stroke went out of trail and
There she was again, in the front of the mirror
Dressed in peach, glossed brown

The phone buzzed
Breaking her thoughts of good fantasy world
She chuckles to the words on the screen
Gets her hair to form a bun
Loose hairs are unmanageable for her as well as for them
Them, people who find her beautiful with open hair
Dancing against her cheek
Dancing against her narrow neck with the mole
Dancing against her waist thereby hiding the curves
Playing hide and seek with her tiny twinkling eyes

"The mole on the neck looks more beautiful than you hair,
Let's prefer a bun thereby reducing my wait time.
Like you do, I too like shades of skin,
So let the mirror not spend more time with you
Come soon for you are dating me not the mirror"
Replying to which she just locked the screen
Unlocked the door and walked the way to reality
Rather than hallucination

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