The peeking sun, balloons and other stories…

Yea this story is about a million other stories that will happen, or are supposed to happen, small, big and large; stories now dreams later or dreams now and stories later… But unlike other stories this only happened an hour back…

This story is about the peeking sun, the tied balloons and a dream that is holding everything together…

In the far corner of the road she was standing in a typical pinkish dress, a blue tinted dream with shaggy blurred corners... the green off road was reflecting the blue light somehow and beside that Matte finished olive green meadow she stood; her eyes not moving, legs unshaken in the cold winds, mist slowly grabbing her with cold, her arms missing out the opportunity to hug herself; sheepishly she was holding onto those balloons....she managed to walk...Slowly…

The clouds were drifting apart and the sky was clearing and slowly the sun was coming to my way with her. The balloons where in a rush and those lips smiled with those cute braces, the cold, cold was moving away with a lot of worries...

I had a camera in my hand, thought of clicking her…but felt a bit possessive, I didn’t want this dream to be captured, but how can I ever remember her without a picture? Everything at that moment depended upon me, should I take a picture or should I leave…I could see the sun peeking out from the balloons and she was the dream holding everything together and with her I might could have started a million stories, but it was dream and a dream always had to end, but as a memory, a sweet one I took the balloons and the peeking sun; and with that photo a lot of memories stood there, memories, dreams, fantasies…