Of those many things in life that are better read than heard this probably is one. I've no idea why I want to write this out, yet I have an urge to place it here...
For I person like me who rarely catches a good sleep, a dream is a distant talk. Though it is a clinical condition, I'm happy that I don't suffer from the same. Continuing with my tale, a few days back I had a very casual dream about my friends, meeting for a very nobel and innocent cause. Yet its flow of events reflected me something that I couldn't ever comprehend..!! So I pondered over it and felt that I either I wasn't true to my self or what..??, so I thought it is best to put forward this story ask my friends what to do...
The dream...
It goes as, that me and my my friends namely Vishal, Ishtiyak, Nupur, Ruchika, Ahmed meet at the venue of a big social event(no idea of what, when, where and why, though scheduled for the eve.), solely for discussing a few doubts in physics(forthcoming exam) and to exchange class notes. So I arrive first followed by the duo of Vishal and Ishtiyak, and the three of us wait for others to arrive. Ruchi and Nupur come in next, and exchange customaries. Next I remember having a heated discussion with ruchi, who trains her guns on me as i try to hard to establish my argument. And she leaves in a fit of rage, Nupur then comes to my rescue and helps me around with the novices in physics. All of a sudden there is hue and cry in the ensembled crowd, most probably a bomb scare is what we infer, and somehow all of us are lost in the haste. Next I remember walking back home, cursing the day as our repeated efforts to contact each other fail(most proably due to jammers placed by the police). Then hours later we meet again(as we connect to each other, trying to know whether our fellow mates are fine or not..!!), however ruchi is missing and our efforts to establish her position repeatedly yield no fruit, and we turned to Ahmed(popped in out of the blue) for the same. Hours later I'm informed that she reached home safe and sound. at this pricse moment I woke up...
Though this episode is insignificant to any of us, however what I want to highlight is the state of one's mind. My presence and writing is invariant to those mentioned here, and I revert the same for them. Yet its pretty sad to say that I never dreamt of those who matter to me more than myself. To them I'm sorry, in my dream I cant control the flow of my thoughts...
{To be continued...}
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