Laying In the bed staring at the ceiling fan, Infinite of thoughts cross my mind thinking what will my future be like?
Will it be like I always imagined or will it be like a ominous hell.
I was wondering and wondering, was lost in my own thoughts. I was hypnotised by the rotating blades and went to my own space. The place i where i love to be, The place where i find peace. Its my fanciful place, Its  my nirvana.
Its a place where i feel, free like wind, Beautiful like ballet, Soothing like lake, A bird freed from cage. place where there are no worries of my pietism life. A place where there are no more fetters, no more objections. A place where i can roar a place where i can scream. The place where i interrogate my inner self, Place which tells me the motive of my life.
Its like a garden in spring, Full of colours and joy. Its like blissful rain in summers, Making my mind fresh and alive.
No matter how painful life is, this place is my tome of panacea.
Its far away from the practicality of life, Its far away from the Judgemental Philosophy of the world.
Its my happy place, Its my pure place.  
With a blink of the eye my dream world is lost, Within a second the purity that place brought within me is bygone. All the beauty is just lost within a second, All my dreams are shattered within a moment.
I can again see that pale ceiling fan rotating, I can again see its blades making efforts to rotate. The calm mind of mine is lost somewhere again. And here i am laying on my bed, with numerous depressing thoughts again.
That place is a magic, That place is my pixie dust. That place is my dream which i will achieve. That place is My world.