What if?

What if the world around us would collapse and crumble. All those dreams we built over these years would atrophy.

Well, we would draw the curtains and make our own wonderland. Wrap each other in a warm blanket and think of new things. We'd keep those evil eyes at bay and wipe out those monsters from under our bed. In fact, we'd lie under the bed just to make sure.

We wouldn't ponder over the past or worry about what's to come. We'd just have those songs on loop and play our silly games. There would be happiness, and chai. This would be our own fairytale. No villains, no complicated plots, no sinful apples or suppressed emotions. All there would be is strawberries and cream. We wouldn't have to worry about the candles dying. We'd create our own light.

We'd secretly write letters and stuff them in nooks and crannies. Discover what's written for us. Smile and make paper planes out of them and see which one flies the furthest. We would fly with them, of course. Into the clouds. And build those castles, and slide down the bean stalk, with those golden eggs.

There would be no alarm to wake us up and no moon to put us to sleep. We wouldn't care about the milk or sugar in our tea, because it would be perfect with us. We could make believe. Jump. And mess up our hair. Walk on our tip toes or stomp the floor. Listen. Sit in each others silence, and look at each other for hours. Only there would be no one to count those hours or days..or years.

There would be no phones to bother us.Or bees to hide from. There would be no winter to make us shiver. No weeks of the day to irk us. No time to bind us. No virtues. No vices. Only romantic movies.

We would make our own colours. Mix Magenta and green. Throw the yellows and reds. They would be our colours, our paintings, our life.

So what if the world around us crumbles, We'd build our very own. Yes Mam, indeed!