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Mistaken Identity


She had mistaken polite courtesy for a special sentiment.
It took her time to come to terms with the fact that someone had managed to shift focus from stray animals, books and pens to a concept that had lived just inside a seven year old head.
It was perhaps not the age for a dream to come true.
It was not a magical place for such dreams to come true.
 Yet it was strange that her wild dream which nobody except she believed in happened to happen in another’s head too.
She had hoped and prayed it would be him.
Nah, it was not him.
He had renamed her dream a hallucination. He refused to take chocolates from her.
He was strict in tone and manner once she hinted and then she did not have much courage to speak so again
In a sense she was happy she never came to know who it was behind a twinkle, tinkle and a trot.
Perhaps it was another head like hers.
It was difficult to see another face where once she had visualized his.


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