[ISHA]

Today was the first day of class 12th. I had been awake since 5 am. The anxiety and nervousness had been clawing at me since yesterday. And what scared me more than the school was, the vision. I’ve never had the vision when I was awake, they followed me through the night in deep sleep when I was helpless. The train horn triggered something I knew for sure, and I had similar sounds like that in the vision as well. Red and golden flags. I can’t see everything for sure, it gets blurry after a moment. It’s as if the vision was trying to tell me something, as if someone is reaching out to me. Nothing comes in chronological order, sometimes there’s a war and sometimes I see the beautiful kingdom beyond my imagination.