wish upon a time by nabila jamshed - chapter 1

8/7/2019 WISH UPON A TIME by Nabila Jamshed - Chapter 1

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Eyelash of the Real World

Eyelash was as concerned with the unknown as most

people are with the known. Reality liked to call her flights

of imagination daydreams, obsessions and useless wastes

of time. Reality tends to do a great many dastardly things

of that nature.

It often seemed to Eyelash, as it would often seem toanyone who cares enough for a flimsy dream or two, that

reality and imagination were these two different lands, and

between them, the abyss was widening. What is it that

would occur, were the two to meet? On the one hand it

could be chaos, much to the glee of the practical, the

particular and the prudent. On the other, the humbugswould create pure magic.

Was imagination a personal thing like ambitions and

toothbrushes, or was it a collective?

Eyelashs ears wished frequently to rot and fall off when

she was rebuked for flying into fancies and curiosities such

as these. Perhaps only destiny was paying aention after

all. Isnt that why destiny had made a selection of herparticular soul for the legendary turn of events?

Destiny has been caught red handed, making heroes of

those who are ordinary at first sight. Or maybe, thats just

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fictions way of puing it. Eyelash was not ordinary. She

was crazy calm, an exclamatory treasure. Maybe it was her

own bale that she was about to fight. Maybe?

Terribly unfeasible would it be, for me to describe

Eyelash racially or geographically. So I have left the entire

text for the reader to figure out what she is really like, for

people are most ideally defined by the choices they make.

People are what they do, not what they look like, wouldnt

you agree? Gives you a good excuse to read right through

to the end?Eyelash had an audacious eye for what the eye was not

meant to see. The things I mean are objectionable only in

the sense that they are unreal. Some unreal things that were

close to her heart were often largely unreal, others

infrequently unreal and even just a tad unreal. And seeing

the unreal meant just believing in it.The beginning of her wonderful journey was not from

an aunts farm in a summer vacation. No Ladies and

Gentlemen, only the make believe have the luxury of that.

Her journey began on an extraordinary night when destiny

had shunned her prejudices to descend so close to reality,

that she painted it in miracles. It was an extraordinary night

for Eyelash as well, for is it not extraordinary for anadolescent to be given the liberty of enjoying a concert, a

week before an examination?

Eyelash, the girl with a crazy sense of humor and aprofound sense of peace poered about her house, having

aended a frantic call from Iris, saying the concert was

about to start and she should be on her way, They will

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close the gates in ten minutes, Eyelash!

Fishy raisins of the snapping mountains! Im on my

way.

In preparing for this concert of the year, Eyelash had sat

down before the mirror for the essentials. Frantically, she

hunted around for lip-gloss and earrings in every one of the

gazillion and a half drawers in the dresser. The green

earrings were too round for a shirt, the coral ones too dressy

for her jeans, but never you mind about that.

She turned on the light over the mirror, all the beer tosee herself with. She looked at herself, black haired and

drop dead gregarious, and then bent to pick up her

hairbrush, taking her eyes off the mirror for only a moment.

And then she squealed in shock.

This time in looking up, Eyelash did not find herself

facing her own reflection.The girl in her mirror was entirely different, a sharp

nosed creature, her age, with black hair streaked in red,

blue, purple, gold and other unlikely colours. In

stupendous alarm had Eyelash thrown down her brush, as

the girl stared at her. Eyelash blinked, and in blinking, the

faux reflection vanished, leaving behind the face of a

bewildered Eyelash. She touched the mirror and it felt ascold and mundane as it had always done.

Her heart was still thudding, because the reflection had

been so clear and unmistakable. For a moment, there had

indeed been someone in her mirror, that wasnt her.

Eyelashs activities had now considerably slowed down.

She did not take her eyes off of the mirror for the next twominutes as she brushed her hair. The heart-stopping

incident did not happen again, much to her relief.

She soon forgot all about it (or tried to at least), and

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concluded that her dizzy lile head had just performed a

marvellous feat of hallucination. This sort of thing would

be expected of it.

So, Eyelash had gone, with a close buddy, Iris, to the

Spangles Dome, a mighty arena in the heart of her city. Her

car halted before the red monumental expanse that was

referred to as the Spangles, and she shoved through the

crowd till she had unknowingly stuffed her pass up the

ushers nose, and pushed away the bands lead guitarist, so

she could get into the concert hall. She was anticipating themost gala time of her life, which she did get. Only, in the

most unimaginable way.

For fire broke out midway. In the midst of a particularly

beautifully jarring note, someone had given the shout of

Fire, and soon there was smoke and flame and people

barging and tumbling. Fiery strands awoke out of many anook and cranny like glowing straws of destruction.

Enough aempts were made at asking everybody to calmly

exit, but nobody does ever calmly exit during a catastrophe.

The celebrities were escorted out of course, while the rest

were shoved into the nearest outlets. Iris called out to

Eyelash for a politely adequate period of time and then

disappeared off to another end, very near the exit. Eyelashhad had the misfortune to have been pushed to the very

limits of the ancient hall, and now stood between the stone

stage and a series of locked doors that are such a ubiquitous

feature of old buildings, and one really never knows where

they lead. She tried to run either way with her hand tightly

over her nose, but the people were too many for her tohandle.

Just then, one of the wooden beams on the roof began to

glow and crumble. As it came hurtling towards the ground,

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Eyelash found herself directly in its way. The only way left

for her to go was back, and she could not get the door to

open. In frantic panic, she pushed and banged it, standing

as close to it as she possibly could. She wished hard for a

miracle. In a moment, it opened up, and she passed through it.

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