“I Wished upon a Dandelion” I Whispered. The Universe Granted Allergies
Fueled by Society’s Expectation and Its Histamine Shots I happily and very naively, like Geet from Jab We Met, picked up a dandelion to wish upon it. They say wishes on a dandelion come true, don’t they? That if you close your eyes and believe hard enough, life will bloom exactly the way it is supposed to. So, I made a sensible and safe wish, the kind society approves of. Stability, love, success in 360 degrees walk of life including a marriage that lasts. The wholesome family Bollywood script with some hassle but ultimately, a happy ending. The stable picture perfect smiling life that photographs well at weddings and school functions, to be posted on the gram for the relatives and the world’s nod of approval that “Yes, she is one of us and not the black sheep.” I blew gently, expecting something cinematic and very Bollywoodish vibe. Picture this: Me running in slow motion (aesthetically of course), through the yellow mustard fields at dawn, wind in my open silky straight hair...
