At times, as I look at the mirror, I wonder if the world inside the mirror is the fun-ner twin of our world. And then there are blah days, when my wonder turns into a full blown day-long fantasy, which culminates in these words:
There are absolutely random days, when nothing much happens in the world around, but if the head were turned inside out, the world would have finished five cartwheels on Mars by now.
The trees would shake to shower the inattentive passerby with leaves and twigs, just for giggles and the cars, not to be left behind would learn how to wink and whistle.
The sky would change its color every moment, because the Sun would be amusedly engaged in a game of hide and seek with the merry wind, ruffling the helpless, yet delighted clouds.
The birds would learn to dance to the tune of the wolf’s howl, so at night the moon would come out with popcorn and some coke, to enjoy the wilderness dance carnival.
The hair would learn to fly at will, so humans would have hair covering their faces or just deciding to stand up tall on their head to get a better view of what the front of the head has to offer.
There would be one thing that would stay unchanged, shoe laces will remain as impish as ever untying themselves at the most strategic of moments, leading their owners to kiss the ground in eternal disgrace or maybe gratefulness?
If the head turned inside out, the insanity levels would hit through the roof wouldn’t you take a random insane day in exchange for a blah one, any day?
The trees would shake to shower the inattentive passerby with leaves and twigs, just for giggles and the cars, not to be left behind would learn how to wink and whistle.
The sky would change its color every moment, because the Sun would be amusedly engaged in a game of hide and seek with the merry wind, ruffling the helpless, yet delighted clouds.
The birds would learn to dance to the tune of the wolf’s howl, so at night the moon would come out with popcorn and some coke, to enjoy the wilderness dance carnival.
The hair would learn to fly at will, so humans would have hair covering their faces or just deciding to stand up tall on their head to get a better view of what the front of the head has to offer.
There would be one thing that would stay unchanged, shoe laces will remain as impish as ever untying themselves at the most strategic of moments, leading their owners to kiss the ground in eternal disgrace or maybe gratefulness?
If the head turned inside out, the insanity levels would hit through the roof wouldn’t you take a random insane day in exchange for a blah one, any day?
~Rishika Sudhir Dhody
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