ARE THE DREAMS REAL OR JUST THE THOUGHT PROCESS RUNNING IN OUR SUB-CONSCIOUS MIND. THAT LEADS INTO DREAM.AT TIMES ITS JUST THE A FUTILE IDEA WITH NO MEANING AT ALL AT THE OTHER TOMES A PICTRESQUE SCENARIO OF OUR OWN IMAGINATION THAT LEAVES INDELIBLE MARK!!!
SOMETIMES IT’S FUNNY AND THE OTHER TIMES DISMAL. WHAT MATTERS MOST IS HOW WE LOOK AT IT!
I too had a dream few days back which made me really sad but later on I realized it was just a dream. That night after finishing all my household chores, I landed up on the bed at about 11.30p.m. since 2-3 days I didn’t had a talk with my father .so I was wondering about him and when I slept , even I didn’t realized..
In my dream i reached at my dad’s place, met him, had lots of conversation and fun …then one fine morning I woke up and saw around the house dad was not to be seen unlike the other days so I went in his room to awake him up and after repeated attempts he wasn’t waking up…he wasn’t moving. A chill ran down my spine I tried allot but to no avail…he was still, motionless on his bed.. That came as a big blow to me .Tears rolled down out of my eyes… the room became empty after a day. I screamed and howled in search of my father in the entire home ….i wished to see his face one more time, I wanted to hug him desperately , giggle with him and touch him.. My heart was pinning with pain feeling the lump in my throat, it seemed as if my world has been snatched away from me.
GOD has robbed me of my treasure. I wasn’t able to confront the sudden death of my father .The world came to a standstill for a moment it felt as if my entire life has changed , I could feel the hollowness and emptiness of my ideal,. Dumbstruck was I with the thought that I would never see him again in my life, I would never talk to him ,I would never meet the person whom I admired , adored and cherished his company the most, and looked up as an inspiration ……………..
The way a man lands up in a stranded desert all lost quenching for thirst and to every reflection coming from far through sun is considered to be water which is a mirage, similarly I was also craving for my dad’s presence…my condition was no less than that man who craves for someone so desperately..
The scene of losing my father and then never meeting him again tore me from within. Tears welled and dripped down my cheeks and then I woke up with a start. After few minutes I realized it was a dream a bad dream I could still feel the moisture in my eyes , sore throat , a pinning and pounding heart I could see the sweat on my forehead. Took few minutes to compose myself and had a glass of water. The next morning 1st and foremost work I did was to call my dad and asked about his wellbeing.. As soon as I heard his voice I took a sigh of relief.
THE TRUE RELEVANCE OF LOVED ONES IS REALISED ALL THE MORE WHEN THAT PERSON IS GONE FAR -FAR BEYAOND THE REACH OF HUMAN BEINGS..EVERY ONE LOVE THEIR PARENTS AND MERE THOUGHT OF DEPARTING FROM THEM, BRINGS EXTREME PAIN AND SORROW…
- Sushree Pallavi Karnwal
Passionate Writer
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