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22/12/2023

𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬: 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

In the familiar embrace of a riverside haven, I found myself immersed in an uncanny yet enchanting atmosphere. Despite my accustomed presence, an unsettling shiver ran down my spine, for this place, no matter how well-known, never ceased to evoke a disquieting sensation.

As I marveled at the eerie beauty surrounding me, a sudden altercation unfolded before my eyes—two figures engaged in a violent struggle in a location seldom touched by human strife. My fight-or-flight response surged, prompting me to intervene without contemplating the potential repercussions. A swift blow to my forehead left me momentarily blinded, and as consciousness returned, I found myself transformed.

No longer a spectator, I became the embodiment of conflict. Priorities shifted, ego emerged, and a newfound determination to defend pride and honor ignited. Amidst the chaos, a glint of steel revealed a knife in the hands of one participant. In an instant, two lives ceased to exist.

In the next heartbeat, I stood in a local temple, confronted by a group of solemn monks and a shrouded figure lying lifeless between us. Panic set in as I grappled with the emotional weight of mortality. Was this reality or a dream? The haunting words surfaced: "A person wakes up as soon as he dies in his dream."

The pride within me spoke, enumerating unfulfilled aspirations—a stethoscope and a white coat defining a noble purpose, responsibilities to aging parents, and siblings relying on my support. Convinced of my demise, I rushed home to savor a final glimpse of my family. Tears welled as I observed familiar scenes—the sweep of a broom, a contemplative gaze at a car, the mundane yet cherished routines of loved ones.

Just as I embraced the poignancy of farewell, the resonant tones of monk instruments pierced my thoughts, urging me back to the temple. A realization dawned—my parents were absent. A surge of relief washed over me; perhaps, I wasn't lost to the realm of the departed. Grateful for a second chance, I confronted the tasks awaiting me in the waking world, but a troubling thought lingered: "How could my family be so calm if I were truly gone?"

24/09/2023

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟, 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.

❝𝐄𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧❞-Inspired by real moments and emotions

Was it love at first sight, or just a fleeting infatuation? I'll let you be the judge. It all began after a solemn religious ceremony, the scent of incense lingering in the air. Amidst the crowd, my eyes were drawn to her – a girl who seemed to be a few years my senior, or perhaps, if I'm brutally honest, even half a decade older.

She wasn't just a passing sight; she was a vision. Her elegant presence, draped in a flowing dress that seemed to catch the sunlight just right, made my heart skip a beat. Her grace and charm were unparalleled, a 'Wow' that captured my gaze.As I watched her from afar, I couldn't help but wonder if it was love or mere infatuation. At the end of the day, though, she vanished from my thoughts, leaving me with a lingering sense of curiosity about that brief, enchanting moment.

Just when I thought I was over my crush, I saw her the other week and thought, 'Hmm... this can't be happening.' What was it about her that held this power over me? Was it her kindness or the way she made the extraordinary moments super-extraordinary? I couldn't be sure, but one thing was certain – I had fallen for her, all over again.

Her pink toego wrapped around her like a whisper of desire, drawing me in. With each passing moment, she claimed a piece of my heart, quickening its pace until it echoed loudly in my chest. The following day, she graced us in a toego that shimmered in shades of blue with a tantalizing touch of green, effortlessly stealing the rest of my heart. Ahhh, in her black toego, she exuded an air of mystery, and on the last day, she appeared in pristine rice-white, leaving me entranced throughout. She looked utterly amazing, a riddle that kept my thoughts in perpetual motion.

I've never been that lovelorn in my whole life. She's just too captivating. But you know what? I didn't even try to approach her. I simply appreciated her beauty. Maybe it's because I've got a dream to follow, one that demands five years of dedicated study as a med student. While she's a captivating chapter in my life, my heart knows that my true calling lies in the pages of medicine, and that's a story I'm committed to writing. It's a bittersweet feeling because, in all honesty, I don't even know her name, yet I wish I did. Perhaps there's a part of me that's afraid she's already with someone else, and that would make our paths destined to remain parallel, never to meet. Perhaps, too, a lingering hope that she might make the first move, as I grapple with the fear of rejection. But for now, my dreams hold the pen, and they're the story I must faithfully pursue.

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