I enjoyed the Blog,  Bringing In The Pieces - Wonderland  which Supriya posted but I was inspired to write and redefine her Blog with my thoughts. I hope Supzie my friend takes in a good spirit. I just felt Newfoundland or as my friend on Sulekha, Supriya explains about the Secret Tunnel. In reality, this Tunnel is extremely addictive Sulekhaites. Trust me I feel we all specially the women and girls out here would love to stay back inside the Tunnel and drop the travel to Wonderland. The link of Supriya Dixit’s Blog is provided below

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http://hebrewprincess.sulekha.com/blog/post/2008/04/bringing-in-the-pieces-wonderland.htm

                   People say, when they die they plunge into an eternal sleep, it is something like traveling beyond time. I feel they travel back to all their fond memories inside the flashback of their thoughts, where they view their once achieved Wonderland. They churn inside their once woven thoughts, stolen from the numerous bits and pieces of their special precious one. Every one is worried to reach this undefined destination called Wonderland. I feel, I am lot secure in this resort. I need not worry on this, as I am better off with Newfoundland instead. After I discovered this Newfoundland, I am on dual thoughts which one select , visit wonderland day in and day out or simply stay behind the secret tunnel my Newfoundland with my colorful thoughts interwoven with laced anticipation of the juvenile dreams of the togetherness spend with my precious one.

It is one jolly ride to unknown, which Steven Spielberg will etch,

"A feeling as if you have visited Jurassic and back home safely" Park

Well there is no door to wonderland. I need to walk past, through a secret chamber and reach the terrace. From there goes up a yellow ladder and once you reach the topmost rung of the ladder, you are greeted with a cute goblin. Lost in her world waiting to check out every soul trying to enter, and also firmly catch holds of the trespassers randomly and throws them inside a gray cloud where they are kept for two weeks and is severely under the lessons of a happening gnome surrounded with scores of reptiles and some moody feline creatures.

       One day, as I was experiencing eternal bliss with my precious one in our small talks, in the echo of our laughter and as soon as I started stealing some of his thoughts which will aid me to walk through the gate, where the Goblin adds a watch, I experienced a queer feeling, I will be leaving all this behind when I go. All these fond memories of feelings all held together in a cluster inside a red velvet pouch.  There is no door to the wonderland – so I do not have to think much, only I need to gather two bags of coins before I make my journey.

 All I have to do is make sure that the pieces I steal on any given day – are securely lodged in my secret red pouch – I have to make sure that they  don’t fall out from the pouch – or they don’t stick too close to the red soft cloth, as emotions tend to get attached to red things like anything. I need to be extra careful in this. You know, I can not lose even a bit of the emotions more, cause again there is a limit, a check  inside this red bag, I need to show goblin and if she is happy then I can travel like this, maybe doing a Moon Walk. I need to make this goblin happy no matter what. She is a restless sad and happy creature and the best thing about her she loves to gift all the travelers a bit of her sunny smile when the day is showing bright and she is very much gay with her thoughts. I am even somewhat concerned about her after all when I make a heart felt journey she will let me pass through the gates with a warm friendly smile. I need not carry lot of things there. It is no doubt very precious for me as I carry this bits and pieces as I wonder it does not fall off by the gush of wind.

       Wonderland – is a free place, with lot of greenery and bright orange and yellow flowers blooming and it is all the more tempting as we get to have a glimpse of The Lost World – but its mine, as I treasure all the feelings carefully.  I can walk right into its airy, marvelous expanse, any time I want, just counting on the coin like artifacts to give the goblin at the entrance.  

 I will certainly share this trick how I steal bits of my precious one. Today, I stole a little bit more of him, unknowingly. He is too good to me reluctantly, yet lovingly he lets me steal him every day and I am all awestruck from his lovelorn voice. It is too intoxicating. I have been stealing bits and pieces of him for a while now. There are moments, when he knows. He gets a bit restless due to this over clamoring of my soulful feelings trapped inside the reverie of my emerald dreams and desires. It is what I can view the fauna of the Wonderland as if he wants to take me inside his arms, and I am falling straight inside the nature’s bed. And when I startle him with my laughter, he goes numb in his knees – his senses, reacts to situations in the exact temperament  just exactly what is required with his uncanny measured moves – he understands that I am taking away something of him – something away from him. These are the times when he is most vulnerable, and helpless. I hold on to him tightly and we are left, in this state for a very long time. I try to steal a whole of him, and subtly like a lost traveler, he gives away though his smiles and soft talks. These are again those moments of times with sighs – when he watches me – without any hint of a smile and just keeps on watching me, and I in turn try to read his mind. In such times, when I hurriedly try to plunge my fingers – deep into the tunnel of his thoughts – a looming womb of surreal beam of darkness – lighted around the corners by the lights that filter across in to the real from his unreal – he stares blankly at the outside world and he somewhat compromises with his mind. He sometimes looks at me pleadingly – as if he is losing his identity inside the togetherness of our desires and he pleads as if to let him go without scraping at the edges of his mind. There are secret rooms, and a special secret chamber where it is entirely his loaded desires where I enter regularly but I am not aware of this locked room. It is completely in his personal possession. They are musty with the thick smell of memories that have settled down – in an uncomfortable calm – in the recesses of the dark corners of the rooms – sealed tight shut for long passages of time.      
   Then, there are the other times – when he sits there, just sulking – in this secret chamber getting more resentful by the minute – as I lovingly, albeit urgently,

fumble at anything – a nebula of thoughts there – inside the tunnel – of his mind. Such times – I try to grasp, in the darkness – lunge and hold on tight to the diaphanous beams of light. It is eerily silent and dark in there – not – there is a cacophony of voices – and there is a burst of golden light – streaming in from the unreal ,but I get so confused, as I am there and at the same , I am still wondering where I am.  He gets more restless by the minute. The Secret Chamber jeopardizes me, captivates and pulls me. It attracts me to the core at the same time.

I love this tunnel – and all the secrets that lie inside it. I am completely addicted to trespass inside this tunnel of unrivaled thoughts and provocation and view all the myriad forms of hunger falling one at a time over me. Have I explained properly, the fact that I am diseased to stay inside this emotional secret chamber where a mild scent of my favorite perfume clamors my senses? I have a diseased mind to love my precious one without any rhyme or reason– because even when I see the danger signs of his aloofness or his rare mood swings, I still hold on tightly inside the tunnel of powerful feelings. I am losing it all inside  the force of  jubilant lighted beams of meteoric sparks of never ending love embracing at all times in his presence and when he is not around.

So, now I am in a complete dilemma to choose whether the Wonderland will give me all this or my Newfoundland inside my precious one’s mind. It is seriously a tough decision to make, and to  live off the bounties of the wonderland, and  stay close to the  passage which leads me to the yellow ladder and there I  feel a certain anxiousness  as the fact to leave behind my precious one and make a journey to Wonderland.  I want to run back to him now this moment, and yet there is a temptation of getting a glimpse of the  yellow moon , spotted and blotchy , huge round yellow – wakes up unto the night – and swims across the wonderland sky – clouds – foam and dew – lightly illuminate the narrow trail that leads through the beautiful flora and fauna. There is no habitat dwelling. Only vibrant illusive dreams of flora and fauna and prehistoric animals. No bricks and mortar – there is just the comfort of green, brown, orange and reds.

I just experience a strange emphatic comfort inside the Newfoundland of mine. May be I would think about traveling to Wonderland some other time not now. I am happy here inside the tunnel all lost and all alone with my precious one.