Sublimation

Wandering on the sand, with my tender skin touching those tiny sparkling grains of sand. Without any food and water for quite a long my mind has started hallucinating about lakes, food, about my wife preparing a nice meal for me about a few yards ahead but when I reach there. I always get nothing except the vast stretches of sand in my path.

After so much of frustration I sat down holding the sand on my palm and it doesn't matter how tight I hold the sand it still kept on pouring making me realize that how paradoxical the world is where we always think we are on the drivers seat but in reality, it's a remote control car with the remote with someone else.

Waking up from such a dreadful dream. I got up and straightaway went to gulp down some water. From the other side came my wife with chole bhature. Watching her I smiled and wondered.....

"Husbands are not even safe in their dreams"