It was a hazy moment between midnight and dawn but it felt as if I had moved the curtain aside to greet an epiphany at my window despite of the light fog. My eyes spanned the canvas of the sky adorned with infinite astral specks and I wondered if there was haze then why could I see the stars?

Was it such a foggy night when Peter Pan glided down to Wendy's window from Neverland and gifted her magical dreams filled in illuminated crystal jars? Oh but what was the use of such fantasies when they only left you with scars? Could I afford to live behind such restricted bars?

These bars of unrequited imaginations, they had only led to unnecessary and gruesome wars. Oh how they had raised the questions of 'mine', 'yours' and 'ours'. And could I still devour such fantasies in this world of tech and cars?

Lost in my reverie, I didn't notice the shadow on the wall behind me as if painted by the smoke rising from old cigars. It was after some moments that I heard a knock on my window and squinting my eyes, I realized that out of the blue, none but Peter Pan himself had arrived to add me in his sack filled with fallen stars.

Oh even though I could hear them calling me, the reality guitars, but I stepped on my window sill and left with him without any spars. After all, with this wanderlust in heart, who says no to the call of the stars?