While you were sleeping

Yes! it is just seven days into the month of February and irrespective of what i scribble here , my Feb Archive is going to survive. Anyway,I always like the first paragraph to deal with the issue of the post and would direct this one to do the same. As i was washing my clothes, the most hated mundane activity in my life which demands nothing more than a pair of hands, a brush and a lot of patience , it suddenly struck to me that i've neglected this area of inhabitance for a while and decided to saunter through it for the sake of my ardent readers. But what do i post about?Saarang.

Trivial trivia:Saarang is the cultural festival of our college and please refrain from concluding that this post is all about the review of how Saarang Rocked this year with enticing professional shows , amusing literary events and flamboyant exhibition of art. Among one of the competetions held during Saarang was the Creative writing contest and this is what i created.

The topic given(around -- 200 words) -- "While you were sleeping… "

While you were sleeping, I traveled far and wide. I slipped into a state of euphoria when long-forgotten memories of the past flashed before my eyes - My nursery teacher, Guileless smile of my childhood friend , my school ,my first crush, my academic triumph, my joys , my sorrows & my life. It was like an odyssey back into the roots of my existence. It reminded me of the times when I used to enjoy the smallest pleasures of life and find unfathomable source of inspiration from self-evaluation.
It is then, that you came into my life and embedded frivolous thoughts of conquering the world. Ever since, We have worked very hard, challenging the boundaries of physical turmoil, suffering from all forms of tensions that life can offer, abstaining ourselves from pursuing happiness but in this process, missing the very essence of life. Even after possessing all the riches of the world, it always seemed to me that we are in need of something that would make our life more complete and more happy. It would be preposterous to ignore such occasional insinuations from one's mind about the displeasure in the moments of triumph. A man is a sculptor of his own destiny and self-conquest is both the beginning and terminating point. Lack of self control triggers avaricious desires and quixotic goals which seem to lead to a path of happiness. This is how you were born and 'I' ceased to exist.
This is the real me. I am glad that I could bring this out while you are asleep. I wonder if I could make 'you' sleep forever.