THE DAWN:-)

I am running .This is what all I know now. Running away from “whom”? “where”? “why”? I don’t know .All I know is ‘I have to run if I want to live’………….. The crowd applauded . I am nervous very much, but not one percent less happy. I am going to make my first speech .People really excited to hear me speak. I have become what I always wanted to be ………… I cried . I lost my friend. The thought that I could never see him again dreaded me .I couldn’t see his parents bawl out……… I am standing before ‘ my angel’. She dazzled me .She is speaking to me.This was the day I always wanted to live……….. Lizards all over my room ,where could I run .A big one , really big leaped at me….

I got startled.. Breathing heavily.. sweating .. heart pounding… I could hear my hearts rhythm very clearly… Darkness surrounded me.. Finally understood I was dreaming all the time .. Checked my table clock . It was shining with light , displaying 4:58 .. Ya ,its four fifty eight in the morning … I knew I couldn’t sleep anymore, after all those ‘dramas in the stage of my mind’ .. I got up to leave my room..

Finally out of the place which ‘haunted me’.What is all these dreams about..Are they dreams ? Or should I call them nightmares? Or mixture of both? . Some say dreams come true, some say dreams display what we desire and what we fear of…. I don’t know.. I am not an astrologer to predict the future nor Sigmund Freud to interpret my dreams. I am just an ordinary person who had an extraordinary dream… I still couldn’t get out those from my mind…… ‘Lizards feared me’.. ‘Peoples’ applause elated me ‘… ‘friends death dislodged me’…. ‘my girl’s words - a quantum of solace’…. All these together too much I could take …

Turned on my television just to distract my thoughts … “Gods chanting is all that you get at this time. Praising Mr and Mrs God, their children and grandchildren. “Godly anecdotes”.. Should I believe in all these?… Is it true? … Or is it an awful creation of some raconteur… Ya, I reminded myself ‘my existence on this earth is one hundredth of a percent of its own existence’.. Who am I to belittle the ideas that marched down through generations… The screen went blank.. What happened??? Ya, they call this as the ‘power cut’… First those dreams ,now this ‘power cut’… Are they some kind of omen … Am I being being haunted… This thought horrored me.. So started to a safe place… Went up to my terrace … Cool breeze stroke me…I felt really safe here.. or should I replace the word ‘here’ with ‘on the hands of mother nature’… I felt more protected in this open space than inside the ‘walls of protection of my house’… Nature is really beautiful… Morning is when you could see the moon slowly disappear and the sun making its way up.. Together they give the most beautiful scenery which no destop theme can give you…I felt more connected here..With what ? I don’t have a ‘word’ answer for it… only if you empathise my feelings you may know… ‘Feelings’!!! Is this word losing its meaning in this fast paced world…

I looked over the banisters,.. All I could see is a lonely street with a dim lamp.. I looked around .. I saw some houses lighted … some still dark… Is the light some sort of metaphor for humans…. Ya could be..for some the day started , for some the day is still many hours away to begin… I saw a silhouette of a person riding a bicycle at a distance… In front of every house he stopped , dropped some thing and started his short journey again.. It took only three and half seconds for me to realize ,‘ he is the milk boy’… He looked more enthusiastic .. He looked happy … He looked to be a person with lot of pride… “What is he so much proud about???” I thought to myself. His less than mediocre job?. .. He didn’t even have a good clothing… I couldn’t really think of anything that makes his life , to be so happy. When many who have more than what he could even dream of, suffer so much pain and disheartenment…. The truth struck me… I understood he has things which sophistication cant get in our lives, namely happiness ,joy, satisfaction .. an appropriate mixture of all these.. He is really proud of his job I think.. ‘He serves people’. The first thing what people consume in a day is the milk that he delivers.. People depend on him for his service, his product… or more appropriately ‘his role in this world’… Everyone of us have a role to play.. Together we make the “play of life” complete… No role is less significant than the other… It only matters how we perform our roles…‘With joy and happiness’ or ‘with hatred and regret’… I understood my role right here.. I am sort of boosted up now.. It is our house now for the milk guy… Dismounted from his cycle dropped the milk packets at the doorstep… He noticed me now…. Smiled at me and started his voyage.. ‘ Bon voyage pal’ I said in my mind to him…..

The sun is bright and up now… Feeling inspired and elated… I started walking back downstairs…. I said to my self “I HAD NIGHTMARES , I HAD DREAMS… I WILL CONQUER MY NIGHTMARES WITH MY DREAMS”