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The Snake Charmer : A One Night Dream

Have you ever dreamt of snakes? The night where you are falling into a pit of slithering snakes and all you can do is not move. The night where a snake is chasing you devouring everyone except you, while you are trying to catch your breath as its scale rubs against you im your hideout where finally those fangs get you.An old temple ruin in "Bhitarkanika", with girls, ladies and older women, walking on top of a high tower, suddenly I see a familiar face, my childhood friend all bald and squeezing the head of a snake with blood squirting out all over her face as she smiles, while getting back a strand of hair. I am standing as part of a long queue wandering what's going on. There's a dangerously looking women filled with snake hair, sitting on a throne made partially of black stone. She hisses at me with her eyes and asks me to go on, I reluctantly take a snake in my hand, which is slimy and trying to bite me, I cannot go ahead with the ritual as my hands are all sweaty and I couldn't figure out a way to run away as all eyes are on me in this warm night amidst the jungle. I take the snake and instead have it take a bite at my finger, as I do that everyone stares at me and most importantly the lady with the smake turban smiles. I feel a tinge of pain but as the poison flows through my veins, it goes greenish black and I see myself growing a thick strand of hair brownish green in color as my reflection in the water right infront of me looks stunning. Everyone continues to press the head of the snakes as blood squirts out, while I clearly see myself trying to get out of the pool filled with dead snakes as the same snake comes to the death pool and looks me in the eye as it extends it's tail to get me out as a Cobra with wild big fangs bites its head off and I am left swimming at a pool of fresh blood and dead snakes. 





*A dream that an author visioned one night and penned it down...
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