Antics of Anticipation!

It was like reaching up towards the top most shelf, raised on my tiptoes, stretching to the limit. All the nerves taut like the tuned strings of a guitar. Each breath crept in my lungs with the tenuous labour of a crippled dog crossing a busy street. My eyelids had forgotten to blink. My hands refused to hold on to anything firmly. My throat felt as if it was rubbed by sandpaper. My brain failed to register anything apart from the dull thuds of my heart beating somewhere in my body.
And then it was over. The moment of anticipation had come and was gone.
Things seemed as dull as they were before. I had expected them to turn colourful and maybe, into some thing different. But such moments come and go. Moments, wherein we feel that our worlds might take a turn for the better.
Better, no.... but atleast it did not take a turn for the worst!