Wishes with the brows

This morning

This morning is no unusual than any other mornings

A slight of sleeping in weather

The morning isn’t as bright as sunny days

Because it is raining outside

I put off the alarm that has been ringing for almost 5 minutes now

Half opened eyes and I walk to the washroom

I rub my eyes

And there lied a fallen brow

I placed it on my pointer finger

As gentle and slow as something of value

I made a wish

And I gave a gentle blow

And it vanished into the thin air

That is how wishes are said to be coming true

To let it fly away to places we would never even bother to think about

And today this morning I made a wish to the single thread of eyebrow

And that I am writing about it

I am wondering where did it land to

May be it fell right under my foot

Or it may be lying somewhere in the corner of the washroom

Or it must be washed away

Or it must be have been sucked by the vacuum cleaner

But wherever it may have landed to

I made a wish to the single thread of brow

That is how wishes are said to be coming true

To let it fly away to places we wouldn’t even bother to think of

But only if it was this easy to fulfil a wish

I will blow a brow every morning

Until I run out of one

To the places I wouldn’t even bother to think of

P.S: Random wandering thoughts