Greetings to you, my dr folks!
I always begin my writing business with poems especially one the male lead of the show who I am gripped to but now I thought of spilling some charm, romance and humour in the form of a very short and hilarious OS on RaghVi!
hope u all will like it!
Now a short background check on the title, people you would have read or heard about this play of William Shakespeare, A Midsummer’s Night dream, this Drabble would not be derived from it but I would use the character, Puck and his magic liquid into this with a twist to make it fascinating for the readers hope you all will like it.
A Midsummer Night’s dream of Raghav Rao
The cuckoo was simmering it’s cacophony of melodies as if was an arduous debauchery. The dusk was dwindling and the darkness was emulating, Raghav Rao felt scathing of himself, for not opening up his heartfelt feelings to his Angelic better- half.
That diabolical shade of life was gradually obliterating his heart and the crickets were screeching like they orchestrated a musical retreat of the evils.
Raghav saw her dressed in a velvet robe, she reaching to his lips and glaringly aiming his forehead and pecking a kiss on his cheek.
Raghav muttered to himself, he shrugged his shoulders, that she expatriated to play kiss and miss, catch and freeze with him.
The veil was tattered, the curtain restored his conscious, it was not her, it was a Billi, a white cat with black spot blemish sumptuously had licked his face.
Once the curtain belligerently took him to axe his reminiscent from his wife, the poor soul, aimed to finish the cat off and laugh his head off for vanquishing it.
The excruciating pain that the cat sprinted to him was cleansing his aura, and musing him to react and speak and not to dream.
But Raghav baba the sensational King geared up himself to taunt and curse the cat in his own ecstasy. But the cat begin to talk, it said, “I am Puck the Muse of Love”, it said this and made him fall into a trance, a mild frenzy.
In the pristine serene backdrop, Raghav was embarking on a journey to somewhere land with Pallavi beside him on a boat.
The blue waves, with her in a blue gown, Raghav’s eyes was fixated, it was glued to her, he felt her breath on his cheeks and gazed on her cheeks and slid his arms on her shoulders and relentlessly caught her by the waist and stood up.
Then invasion as if a seizure, a voice over sliced his trance and his gentle catharsis was dripping off as he was glooming with exasperation in jeopardy brought bare and void to reality.
The cat whimpering and wallowing and dancing of its tail chuckled, “Raghav, that’s a mental landscape, a poetic dream, I drenched you, but isn’t it a boat, you travelled, and carried her in your arms and stood chastised and the boat was drowning.
Raghav’s haste was succumbed to waste as the cat, recreated a lighthouse in the balcony, and whispered to itself, “now I have recreated Romeo Juliet for you, Raghav”.
Pallavi adorned in pearls, her skin glistened like a Kohinoor diamond and her face was scintillating like the moon that the Sun’s reflection mate was a irreparable damage. Her white gown was impeccable and Raghav’s pristine costumes was like shiny stars.
The cat placed a scrupulously made immaculately designed and cut treasure a ring in Raghav’s hands.
This lighthouse is an ever- fixed mark, so is our love, it is eternal for life and Infinity is the distance me and you have to cross over to even glare at being separated.
Like this lighthouse that stands unconquered or baffled or vanquished by any vehemently vociferous force so is our love. Pallavi’s ears was tickling as if her ear and throat and her stomach all was fed with gallons of honey and goosebumps began treating her as he made his confession:
He gradually dropped the ring onto her elegant finger and kissed her hand, and by force grabbed her shoulders and hugged her to life.
The cat’s voice over rings like a group of honey bees hussle to prepare honey on the orders of their queen. The cat interjected and pleaded to him to halt for a brief epoch of time on extolling his wife and work on exhilarating plan to propose a physical discourse to confess his love amply to his better- half:
Raghav hesitates, his temper grew melancholy and dimming, the cat was infuriated, and in a bat of an eye, transfigured into a man with wings and tail.
It was Puck, after uniting the couples with endless games of farce and slapstick and humour, his superlative target was the remarkable Raghav Rao.
Raghav was taken by a storm when the cat transformed into a man, his head was reeling and Puck reinstated that this ecstasy ought to have hit as a seizure when a cat spoke volumes and departed Raghav to trance land of romantic endeavours.
Raghav wide eyes opened his mouth but Puck zipped it grimaciously, it was conspicuous and cantankerous at the very moment. The Puck squeezed the magic liquid, a slime like gel from an exquisite purple flower in Raghav’s eyes and vanished.
Raghav’s face was caressing by the curtain and his arms was cajoled by the fragile touch of Pallavi.
He could sniff her inquisitive aroma and her closeness drove him to near anxiety. The courage that Puck through multidimensional analogies symbolised and even synthesised to Raghav wasn’t compiling itself together, it was all pieces like thousand pieces of glass that Raghav had to intertwine to inextricably express his love.
Pallavi placed her hand on his shoulder, he exclaimed to him, asking him what he was long pondering the lounge, he initially turned his head and was exhausted by what his eyes envisioned.
This was the effect of the magic spell laid on his eyes by Puck, so the one who he sees immediately after he wakes from sleep that face be it, the world’s most gorgeous woman, will resemble a donkey, a head and face of a donkey.
Since he literally went from trance to trance, he never reckoned that he went into sleep after sleep and dream after dreams between the time when Puck poured the liquid and he encountered his wife.
Pallavi screamed at the top of her voice to retrieve Raghav from the panic attack that she extrapolated from his behaviour.
But the truth would be Raghav Rao needs CPR, his heartbeat froze, he winked at himself, his eyeballs grew fiercely big and round, he felt, his brain was dead.
Pallavi’s sweet voice always meant for him like the voice of a seraphin in his own perception. Now her requested pleas to come back to bed was like the donkey’s humping back at him.
He murmured to himself. “I am driving into a coma, God shower me with your blessings to fight with this creature”.
Piece by piece the magic was wearing off and he started hearing Pallavi’s voice from the mouth of an animal he wouldn’t even had the faintest idea to even make her applicable for teasing.
He finally gathered up all his spirits and raced to face the creature shouting that, “U can never be my Pallavi, she is an ensemble array of wonder, you are a docile naive creature planning to yank at me and by short of few minutes, pushed me into coma.
Pallavi was bewildered by his acquisition and his disposition and his acquaintance and his words were ironic and plundering to her.
She advanced and gently touched his cheeks to caress him and calm him but he sternly rendered. “you are not going to lick my face, yet another creature, and he planned to wrestle the creature, but in a matter of ramifications of unwarranted consequences fell hard to the floor.
Oh my Lord! He exclaimed that a spark of light like a ray of hope gleamed and broke him apart from his ghastly gothic extravaganza supernatural romantic dreamy of a day in MidSummer.
Pallavi, was perplexed by the voice and her sleep was disturbed and she saw perspiration throughout Raghav’s forehead and neck.
A nightmare? Please drink some water, it will smooth you and go back to bed, she uttered and took a towel and patch by patch drained his sweat and caressed his hair.
His eyes were sloppy and lousy and dozing, she visited this and went back to sleep, while he was still stark awake and alive, he couldn’t reply to her, as he was vibrating in the trance land.
But now he added positively a nightmare but not shaking but a dream that ubiquitously and inevitably through a man Puck.
He opened my eyes how significant is to express love. If not, then the serene future you are allowing to embark your life will be half distorted like the half human and half creature analogy and disrupt the MidSummer dream of a romantic life of his.
Raghav felt it is quint essential to recreate the lighthouse scene from the trance and propose to Pallavi. As his eyes were loitering around he found Shakespeare’s. “MidSummer Night’s Dream” book lying beside the table lamp.
He read it before hitting the bed and all that his storehouse of dreams could vibe and generate into dream was Puck the muse of Love.
He thanked him with merry and kissed Pallavi’s forehead and gazed to sleep for another MidSummer dream.
I hope you all will like it!
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Much love
Jen
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