Hello everyone! I am on an experiment now. So, I start with the very 1st episode of the story (The Experiment) written by me. Well, let’s not call it a chapter, I want it to be an episode- like the one you see in serials, films – the one you imagine, co-relate and visualise. Most importantly because, I have written it as if I was writing a film script. Because I have very Utopian visions and am a fantasy-lover. If it works out and you people like it, I would go on with the story episodically. So make sure to comment and tell me your views and yes, of course, constructive criticisms are really needed now ( for me at least).
Dancing Dolls – Episode #1
Today was going to be the best day of her life- the day she had always wished for. She was so excited that although she had set the alarm, she herself woke up just a minute before the alarm rang, sharp at 5:00 am. Slowly opening the shutters of her eyes, she smiled to herself and thought about the day- gifted by God himself to her, after her loads of wishes and requests to him for the fulfillment of her ardent desire. She was a pure, honest soul and had a beautiful mind, so God definitely had to give her this day. She was going to have the taste of the true happiness of her life.
Realising that she had already wasted her 10 minutes on visualising her dream, which was not going to be her dream anymore, but the reality itself, she immediately jumped out of her bed. She did not want any single mess this morning. The thought of the day constantly made her smile as she was really very excited.
She then went inside the bathroom to freshen up. While brushing, she was playing the music in her mind and also shaking and waving her body rhythmically, trying to fit in the most beautiful steps in the music. This really made her late. So now, she seriously got worried and in a haste came out of the bathroom, completely fresh, fragrant and fluorescent, emitting all the positive energy the morning had imbibed in her that day. She wanted to look extremely gorgeous today. But she didn’t want to make-up much- as it would give her an odd look, not acceptable on normal days. So, she just combed her hair which she thought was quite stylish as well as suited her the most- the one because of which he had complimented her for the first time. She sprayed a mild cologne all over her torso. She had picked the best dancing outfit for practice she had- peach coloured. And then, she went out on the way to that place by her bike, with all the visualizations of her dream still in her mind.
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