When I was little, I would often dream of falling. I would wake up petrified and perplexed only to find myself in the warmth of my mama’s embrace. I would toss and tumble on my bed playing my worst nightmare in the head again and again while I counted one hundred and eighty three sheep. After minutes of struggling hard to make it through, I’d finally get up from the bed, grab my favorite teddy bear and go to the study. I knew very well where the light switch was in the dark room. The table lamp has been there ever since Aunt Vivian gifted it to me on my fourth birthday. I climb the book shelf with my pudgy feet and bring down a heap of books. I place them all vigilantly on the table and go through the covers and titles one by one to find my best escape.
‘To kill a mockingbird’
I would like to believe my love for the flora and fauna has been growing ever since I adopted my first kitten at the age of three. Oh, how I loathed that title back then! How someone could possibly kill a tiny little bird, was all that crossed my mind. I tossed the book across the room. What do you expect from a child that is merely seven years old? I never tried to find out what was inside the downbeat titled book.
Then there was Sherlock homes. I was never fascinated with mysteries, unless it was about a woman; the woman with long jet black hair, lips famished by the lack of love and a heart as cold as a December morning. There is something very fascinating about the women in the books. The way the author conjures them up in his head is no less than summoning to their witchery, which is why the author, never fails to describe every minute detail of her in the most intricate and poetic way possible.
Alice. This is when I found Alice in Wonderland. Here it was perfectly tucked under the pile of books, covered in dust, still demanding all my attention. I carefully flipped open the hard bound cover,ripped from the edges with excessive use, and the room lit up with all the magic of a world I was yet to see. My eyes sparkled and my heart raced and soon I found myself caught up in a love affair with both the boys; one in my heart and the other in my bed.
"Velvet, how did you even get here?"