I distinctly remember seeing a firefly....Don't question my vision!My blood shot eyes are capable of seeing everything..... Then why not the firefly's tiny little eyes housing a hundred stories?!

The Little firefly came annoucing the arrival of the night, bidding farewell to the dusk, taking over the darkness as a tiny speck of light.

The little thing thoughtfully shifted it's gaze at its reflection resembling the stars that twinkled on the vast expanse of the sky which looked like the bottom of the shallow lilly pond.

I locked my eyes with those shimmering eyes. They looked like the sparkles left by some magical mist that has sneaked it's way into this abandoned woods.

The firefly embraced it's solitude until it was disrupted by a voice..

A voice eloquent of a familiar solitude.. It came from the eastern end of the woods.

A mellisonance typical of .. typical..

With this my thoughts began getting congested....

I walked about the woods investigating the source of voice..

A mellisonance....... A Woman's voice...

A voice equipped with plethora of sweetness... I tripped and stumbled... Everything was off track.... Was I being evacuated from this world of iridescence?...

Yes.. I sure was... Because I could feel the mattress beneath me... I could see the pillowcover soaked in my puke mixed with blood..

Then came a tender women's face in my line of vision... Her wrinkled face held a pair of eyes very different from that of the firefly's.Her eyes harboured a certain amount of water and sorrow... An intuition suggesting that another world awaited my arrival.....