Ankita Rathour

Abstractales Ankita Rathour

Imagine that you are walking down an indefinite path. That path is unnamed...that path is abstract. The road leads you towards a treasure. You open the closed treasure that stands untouched in front of you, and suddenly a flash changes the realms around you. Far away in the streets, there's darkness. Those glooms await your presence. You are drawn towards it-the charm is irresistible. Then there stands: a world of fantasy. Not as you think of it; but different. It's fresh, it's anew. A bite of delight and experiences. Suddenly, the clouds turn black. The fantasy that you thought would be everlasting, takes a dead turn, and you encounter a Vampire! Blood drips through its canine, and the creature grins at you. You get afraid, and now you run with all your might. You stop in a lonely place, huffing. Gazing further, you find the rays of happiness. They illuminate the valleys, frowning and caring about each other-telling a tale of pillowtalk. Those clouds in the sky signify the existence of love. That's where you understand the worth of the treasure that you found a while ago. It's unpredictable. It holds an enigmatic power. It's timeless. And the tales that it tells are...abstract.