Beyond This Realm

Five more minutes, I said to myself. It is half past seven in the morning and I’m trying hard to go back to the dream that was shaken off by the alarm.

A small cottage or may be it is a hut, in the most secluded place on earth and yet surrounded by so much of love, the nature. It is cold and I can feel it even inside the quilt. I opened my eyes and it almost felt like as if I was trying to see the world for the first time, put my feet down on the ground and the chill ran all the way up to my spine.

It looks like a small room with bunker beds, small kitchen and emptied bottle of Jacob’s Creek on the bed side table, I’m sure it has a story of its own. So I get out of the bed and trying to peek through the window next to the kitchen. It is bright and smells fresh, the freshness of damp soil, green tree and drop of fresh dew on those leafs.

With every splash of water on my face, the waves of numbness would hit the brain making me almost lose the conscious. I slowly step out of the hut, bare feet, damp soil and the wet grass feels like a deep massage to your soul. Walking around just like that with no definite purpose actually feels peaceful at times and I was there. After walking for a while, I realise that I've come far from cottage but never there was a moment where I would have felt “Lost”. And there I had this most picturesque scenery ever, far ahead in the distance lied the beautiful mountains covered in snow and shinning like a white diamond. Skipped few beats but I was there among our very own, the mother nature, the creator.

And the alarm goes off again, it was 07:33 AM.