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When you were a kid, your parents used to buy you fairytales , they used to sit with you and read them to you. You were transported to a world of fairies, kings, queens, demons, dragons, angels. The voices of your parents and grandparents- and you drifting into a world of dreams. Your eyes drooped and you slept thinking of knights in shining armours and fair maidens. Then, the alarm clock would ring and you would open your eyes - the fairytale had left and your school uniform, tiffin box and water bottle awaited you. The fairies did not step out of your dreams. Your face dropped and you dragged yourself out of the bed.
Dilshoo, Aman, Paro are selling a fairytale to Rudra. He is listening and feeling - this fascinating tale of love, healing and surrender. He is dreaming of Paro as his true love and his soulmate. They are showing him everything in photoshopped colours with the right dash of airbrushing. His eyes are drooping into a beautiful slumber where Paro is his fair maiden. He is like you and me were as kids. But we still dragged ourselves back to normal life even as we cursed the alarm clock , the tooth brush. We were cool kids. But looking at Rudra , its kinda tough to say if he knows that something by the name of an alarm clock exists?
Just curious. đ
Anupamaa
