Standing in the balcony of a high-rise state of art house she could see the spread of twinkling stars laid out on the ground, yellow and white dominated the otherwise barren landscape. How beautiful they looked!! the temptation of plucking them and wearing them in her tiara was unnerving. She could feel the virtual reality was taking over her now, though highly impossible she could see him walking towards her, same old denim, same old blue checks shirt and same old fragrance of musk. For her the combination was to die for. It wasn’t really the day or time or even the moment the logically could have been real, she had just spoken to him, he was miles away, he can’t come here, she kept telling herself, she kept repeating and yet as he came closure she wanted to believe he was true, flesh and blood, as true as the warm breath she could feel on her nape. She was still watching the twinkling stars while leaning against the wall and still reiterating to herself that he was miles away. By now the stars had started fading, he stood in the way, her hands on his chest, she could barely breathe, she stood still with sweat now trickling down her brow trying hard shallow the lump in throat without letting the fear of virtuality take over.

The tears soon started to roll down, tears didn’t matter, he knew how to comfort her, he knew how to hold her and let her cry till she slept off in the comforts of his arms exhausted yet breathing. This wasn’t the first time, neither the last, she knew it deep down. This time too she gave in, melted in his arms while tears took over and little did she remembered what happened next.

Waking up from an evening like this was the worst nightmare anyone could imagine or rather not want to imagine. As norms dictated she was to wake up in the balcony with head spinning crazy and eyes burning enough for her to be tempted to gauge them out and dip them in cold water but to her surprise, this time she found herself in the bed rather sorted, her jewelry she wore last evening was neatly arranged on the side table, the deep maroon and black silk gown was neatly left on the chair. From where she now stood she could see the steam rising from the cups kept on the coffee table across the room, she wondered for a second if she was awake or this too was a dream, too tired to search the truth she decided to get up and head for the cup, her head didn’t spin today neither did eyes burn, she thought, rather she woke up feeling pleasant. Logic, thoughts and her life really didn’t go well together and that morning they all had decided to pay a visit to her together ….. She could barely stand on her feet, they wobbled like a rag dolls when they are made to walk. She reached for the cup and the smelled the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. The aroma was intoxicating, she stood in the balcony holding the cup and hoping this was reality and not one of her virtual endeavors.

Drifted in her thoughts, smelling the warm coffee cup she strolled towards the living room. The house was unusually cold and the house floor was chilled, enough to send shivers up her spine…

She sat next to him on the sofa, holding his cold hand and resting her head on his shoulder. He sat there motionless, as if too tired to open his eyes and move to acknowledge her existences.. she cuddled up to him wondering if this was virtual or reality…