In Wonderland

Helllooooooooo... female! Where do you keep drifting off to, every now and then? Did you even like, listen to what I said? 

Huh? Oh yeah... mmm... I think the pink dress would do just fine.. 

What? You want me to ask my boyfriend to wear a pink dress to the party? What’s the matter with you?

Oh! Oh... Mmm... Sorry I thought you were asking me what you should wear.

Err... Yes I did, like, 15 minutes ago! Now I asked you what you think Aman should wear. Gawd woman! 

Err... oh yeah... he... err… well I don't know... hmmm...

I know! He should wear that new blue shirt of his! He looks like, I don't know....he looks sooooo wow in that, doesn't he? Awww... Thanks for all the help babe!

Err… yeah... no problem. Any time!

Yeah... and you should maybe like consult the doctor or something... I thought it was plain day dreaming but girl you're like, you're absolutely losing it! It’s like, one moment you're here and then god knows where! Are you sleeping well? You’re not on one of th

ose diets are you? That’s like sooo not done re... doesn’t even help... that could affect....

But she wasn't listening anymore. She had drifted off already, into that private world of hers where no one else bothered her. The rest of them didn't know how good it felt to be all on her own, in a place that was custom made for her and her alone. She could live her own dream, free of all the daily worries that bogged her down. There were no bills to pay, no deadlines to meet, no entrance exams to crack, no pending phone calls to make, no unpleasant people to put up with, no relationships to bother about, no roles to play... nothing! Oh what a beautiful life she had there. If only that was real life! There was always a strange feeling of mental peace and content whenever she visited her own sweet wonderland. She could feel the warm sunshine on her face or the cool tickle of raindrops on her ears (or maybe sometimes both together) and enjoy it to her hearts will, all whenever she wanted it. There was no hurry to get anywhere. 

Time was but another option at her disposal.

She knew that she probably looked oddly foolish then, a dazed faraway look on her face (and that goofy smile she wore that she was totally unaware of). But she couldn’t care less. She was not happy in real life, she owed at least this much to herself, didn’t she? A moment or two (hmm...or maybe ten, twenty, err… fifty?) of tranquillity to a mind that is often tormented by evils of worldly bonds and commitments- not much of a compromise, is it? People say it’s alright to dream when you’re in love. But that is reel rubbish; who has the time and freedom to dream in real life? And if it’s okay to look like an Eskimo lost in the jungles of Zaire when you’re ‘in love’ why not otherwise? Who would know the difference anyway? 

‘What’s up with her? Why does she look like an Eskimo lost in the jungles of Zaire?’ 

‘Oh she’s in love’ 

‘Aaahhh... Understandable’ “wink”

“Wink”

There! Problem solved! 

Right now she was drifting through the clouds, far above the Himalayas… hey! There’s Julian, the great monk who sold his prized Ferrari… oh wait! Is that Brad Pitt with him? Ohmigosh! Brad Pitt!! So he left Angelina Jolie to be a monk? Geez! hey Julian! yoohooo!! 

Ahem…hello?? madam??? Did you even like, listen to what I said?  

 Oh sorry... I was thinking of Brad... err… bread… didn’t have breakfast today.

Aaahhh... I knew it... diet again eh? Stupid female! Blah like blah

 like like blah…

Cruel world... doesn’t even let a person dream in peace!