Cursed crown

The Dream

I find myself marooned on a desolate island under the cloak of night. The only source of illumination is the flickering glow of a solitary bonfire, casting dancing shadows that play tricks on my senses. Surrounding me are figures, shrouded in the tattered wrappings of ancient Egyptian mummies, their lifeless eyes fixated upon me with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine.

The night air hangs heavy with an eerie silence, broken only by the crackle of the flames and the rustle of palm fronds in the gentle breeze. I feel a sense of suffocation as the weight of their stares bears down upon me, trapping me in a web of fear and uncertainty.

With each step I take, the mummified figures seem to draw closer, their silent presence looming ominously in the darkness. Their spectral forms cast long, twisted shadows that seem to dance and sway with a life of their own, heightening my sense of unease.

I try to scream, to break free from the suffocating grip of my fear, but no sound escapes my lips. I am trapped, helpless to do anything but endure the silent torment of their gaze.

Suddenly, a jolt of panic courses through me, and I realize with a start that I am dreaming. As the realization washes over me, the mummified figures begin to fade, their spectral forms melting away like mist in the morning sun.

With a gasp, I awaken from my nightmare, my heart pounding in my chest as I struggle to shake off the lingering sense of dread. Gradually, as the fog of sleep lifts, I realize with relief that it was all just a dream—a haunting figment of my imagination that had woven its way into the fabric of my subconscious.

I quickly get up to find my lucky stone by my bedside, and lie down to let sleep take over once again, as I have 2 good hours before I have to wake up and start getting ready for office. With a soft hum of energy from the rock I slowly drift to another dream, but this time, a memory.

Memory of John and the Rock

I chanced upon a black shiny stone on a swim in the Indian Ocean. It looked shiny but not shiny enough like a gemstone. Its cracks looked bronze, I could easily hide it in the palm of my hands. It was pointed on both ends and looked like a variant of spinning top. I found it while snorkelling in the clear waters, there it was among the black rocks on the ocean bed, a tiny glimmer with a calling vibration around it. I had seen such a rock for the first time, but when I showed it to my boyfriend, he said that it was a common stone. I did find it odd as I had shown the stone to many other people thereon, but none of them called it a common stone, however, none of them paid much attention to it either. I kept it close to me in my backpack wherever I went, for some reason I had developed a strange sense of affinity for it. It became my lucky stone from that day, and somehow I got the feeling that the stone liked me too.

I was on a trip with John when it had happened. My boyfriend of 2 years looked delicious like a Greek god. He’s like a walking, talking fantasy come to life. Every inch of him screams perfection, from the way his shirt hugs his biceps just right to the way his jeans cling to his sculpted thighs. He’s got that effortless cool vibe that makes heads turn wherever he goes. His face is like something out of a movie – chiselled jawline, piercing eyes, and lips that were made for kissing. And those abs? Let’s just say they’re like a six-pack of deliciousness, begging to be traced with fingertips. But it’s not just his physical attributes that make him irresistible; it’s the way he moves, with a confidence that borders on cocky but somehow manages to be endearing.

We were on a getaway to paradise, where the crystal-clear waters of the Indian Ocean stretch out as far as the eye could see, painting the horizon in shades of azure and turquoise. We found ourselves in the enchanting archipelago of Lakshadweep, a hidden gem nestled off the coast of India, where time seems to stand still and worries melt away with the gentle caress of the sea breeze.

Our days were spent basking in the warmth of the tropical sun, lounging on pristine white-sand beaches that seem to stretch on for miles. The soft lullaby of the waves serenaded us as we lost ourselves in each other’s company, the cares of the world fading into oblivion with each passing moment.

But it’s beneath the surface of the shimmering waters that true magic awaits. We donned our snorkelling gear and dove into a world of wonder, where vibrant coral reefs teem with life in every hue imaginable. Schools of colourful fish darted playfully around us, their scales catching the sunlight and casting mesmerizing patterns on the ocean floor.

Together, we explored a kaleidoscope of marine life, swimming hand in hand through underwater gardens adorned with delicate corals and swaying sea fans. We lost track of time as we drifted effortlessly with the current, marvelling at the beauty that surrounded us at every turn.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in a fiery display of oranges and pinks, we retreated to our secluded beachfront villa, to candlelit dinners. We dined on freshly caught seafood and exotic fruits, savouring each bite as we toasted to our love and the adventures that awaited us.

In Lakshadweep, time seemed to move at its own pace, allowing us to slow down and savour the moments that matter most. It’s a paradise unlike any other, where the beauty of the natural world unfolded before our eyes. And in each other’s arms, we found the truest form of paradise – a love that knew no bounds and a bond that transcends distance and time.

That was a year ago and the last time I saw John. Little did I know that John had decided to move away for good as he had got a better job opportunity with a substantial pay hike.