Mirage



The desert is arid. The sands of the desert are radiating and reflecting heat. The waves of the heat are dancing all around the atmosphere. Not even a single sign of life is seen.

I know that I am stranded in this desert. Miles and miles of pure golden sand are stretched across in front of me. The last drop of water that I had had already finished an hour ago. With this scorching heat, I know that I will only live for minutes. I am getting thirsty and if I am not able to find water soon, then it's over for me.

I came to the end of my last bit of potential. I see, forward of me, a pool of water. The unknown joy hidden inside of me came to the surface. I came to the pool, sat on my knees on the bank. I took the water on my palms. But it was just a heap of sand. Then there was another pool, right in front of me. I came to the pool. Again a heap of sand. I fell down on to the sand. Before I closed my eyes, I saw another pool. "A mirage," I thought and closed my eyes.

"Is it a mirage or thinking that it is a mirage is a mirage?" I asked myself. Then I crawled to the pool. It's not a mirage.

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