On A Fever Day
We three- Inshal, Insha and Inzam [This is something which I started as scribbling my childhood stories, but I ended up writing an amalgamation of self-experience, a story, and a poem by using technique of time travel. I ended up in an imbroglio position wherein I am not able to categorize this piece into any of the above.] Fever days were always creative for me, at those times, I assume, I overthinks a lot. Whether it is dog's barking, full moon's charm, or it is tutti fruity on the top of a bun in red, green and yellow colors, or People's ‘blablabla’ outside your window, every miniscule sound and pictures attracted me as if I am a magnet. I kept tried to sleep, by hugging my cute pillow, by rolling this end to that end of my bed, by trying to blur lights on my cornea, but I failed shamelessly. Yet body pain wasn't sympathetic towards me, it kept tried to eat me from head to toe. Meanwhile I made a 'B-plan' to escape consciously from my room, as a corolla