Myriad Dreams, Unchosen Living

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“What a lovely day it is, today!!!” I exclaimed to myself, trying to open my eyes after a deep slumber.

It was a Sunday, but not a holiday. In my profession, we don’t get many leaves, and our Sundays are no different from our Mondays.

In spite of the fact that it was going to be a very busy day at work today, I was still beaming with joy. The fact that the mere occurrence of certain days, can be so full of optimism, and bring new waves of hopes in somebody’s life, is really amusing.

It’s the 14th of February. The Valentine’s Day, today.

Whatever may be the history of this day, and, however, stupid, the whole idea of celebrating this day, may seem to some, yet it was a much awaited day of the year, and it never ceased to be the reason for joy in my life, and never shall, in the future too.

Back in the days of my childhood, followed by adolescence, the day was a threshold to my romantic fantasies and the future expectations. Who doesn’t dream of a prince charming in their lives? I did too, and my belief in the concept of true love was upgraded to another level, every time I saw a couple, in their imperfect perfectness, celebrating this day, and trying to fill their pictures with the colours of passion, care, sweetness, and affection.

I am 29 today, I still haven’t found my special someone. Who knows, he might be facing the crisis of a flat tyre while on his way to find me, and thus the delay. It can be anything that might be keeping him from meeting me, yet.

The universe always seems to be in the mood of fun and games. The very idea of toying with the humans’ plans, emotions, and expectations never fails to appeal to it, thus giving us those little surprise attacks from time to time.

The rest of the year, I am not usually this optimistic about my love life. In fact, there are times when I start losing my faith in the concept of love and romance itself, but each year, this day serves more like a renewal of my faith in love and strengthens me to wait for one another year for my prince charming to find me.

As I stand at the window, to look at the beautifully shining sun in the sky, and the birds chirping the sweet song of love, I sniff a whiff of that elixir like smelling air. It’s like nature too is immersed in the beauty of the Valentine’s Day and is busy romancing the earth.

All I feel like doing at the moment is to let my fantasies take charge over my body, my soul, and liberate me of my mental and emotional captivities.

The rest of my day is spent, soaking in, each and every little detail of this special day, because deep down, I believe, a day will come, when all of it will make a perfect sense, when my dreams, my desires, and my fantasies, altogether will satisfy my passion for love and life.

As the sun starts to set, the realisation of my reality dawns on me, and the ringer on my cell phone reminds me that I have work to do.


“Yes, sir. I’ll be there on time.” As I hang up the phone, I pull myself out of my dreams, and hopes, and get up to get ready for work.

Wondering, what do I do for a living??

Well, I am a prostitute. I sell my body for money, but my soul is still pure and untouched, just like my faith in love. And like a lot of couples, I’ll also meet someone, in a vague hope to find someone to make love to, one day. That day, I’ll be a complete woman, in a true sense.



Payal Johri

Words that best describe me: insane, fun-loving, ambitious, wanderer, a believer. Nothing can stop me from achieving what I want, and optimism and a perfect cup of coffee is what keeps me going, in the long run. I am a chirpy, affectionate, extrovert girl with a knack for writing, and firmly believe in making a difference through my words. Read, write, sleep, repeat, is the only mantra that I ceremoniously like to follow.

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