You have sprouted wings, you are ready to fly.
Suhasini turned as much as she could, to see if she really had wings, and laughed, “Nanaji, don’t talk in riddles; I see no wings on me!” Nanaji, raised his eyebrows in the wise confidence of a man of experience. “You can’t see these wings because they are invisible, like Kaya Evanescent!”
The dream had broken through the murky depths of the lake and a fish appeared beneath her lashes.
Suhasini looked around the room; the aquarium glistened in the bluish purple fish tank lights. Mouri and Jasmine were resting between the miniature hedges.
The fish in her dream had been very real too. It had silver fins and bulging dark eyes; and it had asked her, “Spare me.”
Dreams don’t play out like movies; instead, they appear as fleeting clips. To cut it short, the fish was granted the wish.
“What a dream!” Suhasini thought, as she combed her tresses with her fingers.
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