It was one
another Friday night. After a long day and a tiring late night study, I decided
to hit the bed. My eyes wouldn’t close that fast even though my body literally
begged for sleep. After much coaxing and good music, my eyes shut finally. In a
half sleep manner I chucked my head phones and mobile in close proximity and
finally entered into deep slumber. I then experienced one of the most, umm..I
don’t know how to describe it; happy? Definitely not ! sad and traumatic ?
Partially yes! dream. It was a very different dream and it was like this(very
fictious, but damn real) :
It was a sweltering summer
afternoon of a day which I don’t know. God had blessed me with a suit with
which I could fly from place to place (yes, it’s a dream). On that fateful
afternoon, I went to the terrace and decided to launch myself into the glorious
blue sky. I did it successfully. But tragedy struck. After a few moments in mid
air, my suit malfunctioned and I was falling and falling at a great speed. I
fell somewhere on the hard road of a busy area and was immediately run over by
a bus. I had no clue whatsoever about the incidents that followed. The next
time I woke up was in a hard, electricity powered box surrounded by ice. I had
absolutely no idea why the freezing ice had no effect on me. It took me only a
couple of moments to realize what had happened. I was dead. My body was bloody
and covered with bandages. People were around me. My parents were looking at my
body, teary eyed. My mother looked devastated. My grandfather was sitting with
a glum face. Scores of relatives and friends were there. My best friends were
crying. Me, I mean my soul got up from my cold physical body and walked into
the room. It went to my mother first and it hugged her and cried. It apologized
to her and fell at her feet, shouted at her but to no avail. After all, I was
dead. It wanted to tell my mother sorry for all the tantrums I threw, all the
loud, angry rants I gave but time was up and it was too late. It then went to
my father, it wanted to thank him for raising me into a tough grown up chap.
Alas, He couldn’t feel its words for I was dead. It went to my grand father,
fell at his feet which were old and wrinkled now and apologized to him for how
I ignored him and snubbed him at times. It wanted to tell him how much I liked
him. Alas, he couldn’t feel anything for I was dead.
It then went to my uncle and
aunt, to thank them for being my second father and mother and for taking care
of me like their own. Unfortunately, I was dead. It then went to each of my
best buddies and hugged them tight. They could feel nothing of me, instead they
stared hopelessly at my mortal remains.
It then ran through the
roads, the vehicles, cutting through the air to my college. It saw my
principle, teachers and others. It wanted to tell them how apologetic I was for
all the indiscipline, the ruckus caused, my arrogance and ill manners but sadly
it had to return with nothing done for I was on my way to god.
It then, with a warm blush
and a sad smile went to the house where the love of my life lived. She was
there too, in her same beautiful self not knowing how to react to my passing
away for she wasn’t my better half still. It went to her and hopelessly told
her how much I loved her, how much I yearned for her and how much I wanted her
in my life. I wanted to propose her saying, even though I had many flaws, I
would take care of her like my eyes. Sadly, she will never know it as I was
long gone, deep into the world of death.
Then, at this point of
time, I woke up with a start only to realize that it was 3 AM in the morning. I
walked across the hall. My parents were fast asleep, my grandfather asleep too.
I immediately checked the whatsapp “last seen” of my friends and realized that
most of them were active until a few hours ago. It was only a dream and I was
breathing properly.
At that moment, I realized
a few things. First, never back away from apologizing to a close person because
when one day you finally decide to do it, it might be too late. Second, ego is
a demon. It can destroy your life. Third, love the life you live. Fourth, if
you want to say something or express your feelings to someone, do it
immediately without any delay. Fifth, there is a better four letter word than hate:
LOVE.
Thanks for reading
NOTE : some amount of fiction exists in the above piece of writing !!
____ Humanity is my religion,Indian is my identity.