Tuesday, April 24, 2012

A Dream


A restless day came to an end. I hit the sack, and I dreamt...

A house was full of people. All talking simultaneously. I was sitting on a big swing which was in the centre of a huge room. Small children were running around it. Chatter of ladies and their vessels could be heard from an open kitchen. A small boy was eating a mango. A girl with a cute pony tail,her hair soaked in oil was standing in a corner. She somehow resembled my mom. Two little boys wearing shorts and banyan were holding a big jar of buttermilk. Did they look like my uncles? Maybe. Hazy, blur paintings hung on the walls. The girl with pony tail distributed glasses to all. Suddenly there was chaos and everyone rushed to drink the buttermilk. Children yelping without any interruption from the elders to calm them down. Probably the beginning of summer holidays. Ba (grand mother) handed me a glass of buttermilk filled with ice and her affectionate smile. She was wearing her favourite cotton sari. Her bangles clinked, my eyes blinked. I drowned the glass in one gulp. Someone started singing. Few others joined. I got up went to the washroom. The image staring back at me from the mirror was of my Dadaji's (grand father).

2 comments:

anindita das said...

nice!dreams are the reflections of our subconscious mind. may be you were missing the people you met in the dream.

RAHUL AITHAL said...

Yep....Thanks Anindita.