And I heard the phone ringing on my side. I woke up from my deep sleep to realize I am gasping for my next breath. All over soaked in sweat, I was collapsed by experiences I just had, through a nightmare. I gathered my scattered body pieces one by one to realize I am still alive when I found myself drinking a glass of cold water in kitchen. Next shock hit me when I saw the watch ticking towards noon. I slept (and dreamt) for more than 12 hours!
It was a warm sunny afternoon of a beautiful Saturday. The sky was painted with light blue color and Fall season had left traces of its presence all over the trees. The fragrance of air was magnificently catching on the mood to vitalize the surroundings. Silence was singing rhymes and the moment was dancing, watching at its own beauty. When presence speaks, words become futile. Didn't I just describe: Moment was in love? Yes, it was. And moment stopped there for a while to feel the love. Then Moment gifted itself to another moment just as one stream surrenders itself to another in a flowing river. Giving oneself is the biggest joy and harshest pain of the world. Moment whispered the sutra for Love: Trust, Faith & No Expectation. The air was welcoming dusk and I was witnessing it.
By the evening, I was placed in the middle of a new city; surrounded by crowd, yet alone. Bewitched by the dazzling flashes of the world, yet in darkness. Dithered by roars of people around, yet mute inside. On the bicycle of hope which had it's chain broken, I tried to locate my destination in the new city.
I asked someone on the street to locate my destination; and he happened to be a rouge. I was on my legs now with no money in hand. I was engulfed by sorrow when it started getting dark. I still had the map of the city in my pocket but no lights to read. Not to forget, fragrance of pleasant afternoon was still beating in my heart.
Moments passed, and I happened to meet another stranger on the street. This time careful, I asked the route to my destination. He embraced me tightly and pointed me to a path which had no lights on it. Before leaving he warned me for thunderstorm tonight. Alone and scared, I saw myself walking on a path which was going nowhere. Every step towards the dark was breath-taking. I wondered what I am doing here and why I am going to this destination? It started getting darker when clouds started surrounding the moon and stars. Not to forget, beauty of the fascinating afternoon was still directing my senses towards my goal.
And I witnessed the first lightening in the sky. It snatched away the beautiful memories of my pleasant afternoon. Crooked air laughed at me while flowing briskly and nature drenched me with tears of heavy rain after seeing my pain. Lost in dark night, I sobbed and cried. But I had to walk and reach somewhere to protect myself from the rain. With heavy steps and fuzzy sight, I still tried to walk towards a dim light far away. It appeared as if nothing else existed except that small light of hope, which upon following I reached a graveyard. The address of graveyard matched with destination address on my map. And lightening stroked...
And I heard the phone ringing on my side. I woke up from my deep sleep to realize I am gasping for my next breath. All over soaked in sweat and collapsed by experiences I just had through my nightmare. I gathered my scattered body pieces one by one to realize I am still alive when I found myself drinking a glass of cold water in kitchen. Next shock hit me when I saw the watch ticking towards noon. I slept (and dreamt) for more than 12 hours!
Am I awake at least now? How long will I keep dreaming?
