No matter how sure we are and no matter how perfect things go on in our life, there are times when our imagination just can’t be held back from racing towards those unhappy mishaps, which have not yet occurred in our lives. Our imagination takes us off to that unknown world where even the near and dear ones become strangers and do acts that are unpredictable.
Yes, I am talking about those times of the day when we slip behind a curtain and imagine ourselves as the victims or culprits in the fantasy world. From here arise the doubts, suspicions and jealousies….but ahem! This is also the perfect content for a writer to write on or about.
Something similar happened to me, sitting next to the window, flying back to home, I started imagining weird stuff. I could not hold back, and started to write about it. As a student I often used to slip into this fantasy world and imagine myself flunking in a paper or two, or failing to finish my masters’ degree. As a result, I used to panic for no reason, get tensed for nothing. Hats off to those which have the capacity to live in this fantasy world because I am, at this young age available with diabetic symptoms.
