Silence Of The Dreams

It was a dark night in the hostel room for Nancy. She was staring the ceiling. It was a very cold night, night drawn upon by chilling cold and winter days. She wanted to meet Victor. Victor stayed in the boy’s hostel. Nancy and Victor were great friends. They performed all their mischiefs together. She kept staring in the ceiling and outside her window. There was a sound of silence. A silence that spoke about the burden of her dreams that she carried. It had its own wings and she dreamt of only the escape could calm down her thoughts of this silence.

The next morning she met Victor. She pushed him on her thoughts of escaping from the hostel again to him and asked him if he could be her crime partner in that way. Victor supported her. They were the best of friends. Nancy always dreamt of becoming a Ballerina dancer. She had a little black and white photograph of the Ballerina Dance School in Paris. She dreamt of learning dance there. It was the most magnificent dance school that young girls like her dreamt of going. That day they both made a plan of escaping from the hostel night.

“Thanksgiving time is coming, so most probably there would be very less people in the hostel and our hostel warden also should be leaving for her home in the countryside, we should try our luck that time “- Victor spoke to Nancy.

“But that is like three weeks down from now”- Nancy continued.

“Yes, but to have a really good escape plan, we need to consider this. Otherwise we might get caught and then we might be punished with double shifts to wash the dishes all month of November and December. Listen to me my friend, let’s wait for a proper time”- Victor added.

Nancy nodded and gloomed.

The next few days and weeks were gloomy for Nancy. Every day she went to school, attended the Church and her evenings were spent in staring outside her window dreaming of the Ballerina dress and the cute shoes and the crazy fly-offs ballerina dancers portray on the stage. They looked majestic. The nights were silent. The sound of the silence of nights made her to dream even more. The lights outside the hostel in the roads shimmered- on and off and some of the lights kept lightening entire night in the cold. The winter was coming. In two months from now the roads would be filled with snow. She kept wondering. She understood this was her definition of the silence. The sound of silence of dreams, the sound of silence of Paris, the sound of silence of the Ballerina School- merged the entire silence for the little girl.

It was the Thanksgiving time! Homes were lit were family, friends, sumptuous food and well treatment. This was the end of the year! She was all-set! It was her last night seeing the lights outside. They started off midnight. No such troubles they could escape! They boarded the goods train to Paris! Whoa! The young girl’s dream began……