I used to be a cartoon fanatic (I still am but that kid was absolutely a freak) so, I love heroism and valiance. Little Benjamin Tennyson amuses me with his wits and courage. I have a tendency to get swayed away with something which has some supernatural and superhuman tincture. Sometimes, I wake up in my dreams riding on a sleigh driven by wild horses with burning tails and fiery eyes (one of those looked towards me with those bright eyes. Scary, I say). They lift me up to the red sky and suddenly, when it was already adventurous it turns out to be life-threatening as well. Humongous fireballs with tremendous velocities launched towards me, I look around to seek help (you are always helped by heroes in this story) and then I find something sparkling at a corner of my sleigh and bada-bing-bada-boom! Here, I find the great ancient magical saber and with it I fight like a hero, destroying all the fire balls, victorious in the end standing with pride, fiery horses neighing aloud to glorify my victory and then I actually wake up. That’s why I don’t like waking up but can’t explain it to my mum who gets through a hard time every morning while she tries to wake me up.
And as I wake up I am again in the real world fighting with the rotten and wretched norms of the society. You can’t go out at night for it is unsafe. You can’t wear what you feel like to for it is provoking. You must keep the aggregate up to 8 points for you need to get a job. You had to give up your dreams for you had to be an Engineer. Sick, truly sick! Among all the ‘have to’ and ‘ought to’ why do we forget that one is blessed with just a single life.
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