Through a very small aperture, I saw a sight, blurry yet beautiful. It was full of calmly toned colors and had a very pleasing texture. I had no idea what it was, but the unknown soothing effect, that the aura carried along with it, induced a smile on my face.
My eyes widened, clearing the view.
“YOU ARE TO BE KILLED….!!!!”.
I gathered courage to confront them and let them know that I should not be harmed. But they kept on nearing me. They were unstoppable. I found myself shivering head to toe and was completely cold and numb. Yes I was terribly petrified. All my physical defense mechanism seemed dead. Arms stiff, palms tight fisted and legs jammed.
I wanted to ask the reason for the probable brutal death that I was about to face.
“…ppplll…..please…..”
“wwwww…….”
This was all I had, nothing firm, nothing concrete and nothing profound.I could feel something strangling my vocal cord really tight. I was chocking. I tried really hard to say all that I wanted to, but everything was simply helpless.
“Vaguely Humans”….no I was wrong….they for sure were “Cannibalistic Demons”.Now I couldn’t even make an attempt to say anything.
I wanted to go beyond all this.
But I couldn’t.
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All I could do was cry….for hours and beyond that…..
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It took me a few couple for minutes to figure things out and realize that……
Those monsters were sheer imagination.
Yes, it was all a dream.
But “MY STAMMERING” was not…
“My throat was still stifled with an unseen rope, like it has always been. I was still clutched, to an extent of suffocation.”
The dream for sure was over, but the “impairment” that I inherited or was born with or somehow cultured was a sheer reality that I have to coexist with.
P.S.- I have a very basic set of reasons behind sharing this very personal story-
a) Wanted those “monsters” to know, how this feels like.
And the future will have ME and YOU that millions of people will look up to.
c)Through all this, in real life, I’ve always had an excellent set of people accompanying me, helping me restore the ever so fragile faith in myself, and I can do nothing more than thanking them from the bottom of my heart.
[The post is originally taken from Clutched, and published on request by Priyanka Dhusia.]