A TRANSCENDENT Excerpt: “I Dream of Desiree” by Rohit Sawant

I looked around the empty ice-rink. Even then, I knew I was in some intra-cranial world and that my eyes were bouncing from side to side under my lids, like an organic metronome keeping dream time. My only company the diffused reflection glued to my boots as I walked gingerly, and I read shapes in…