It was a scorching Monday evening, after my usual exhausting morning shift I was laying on my ‘not-so-soft’ bed. The unfinished Opel Mehta was still acquiring the same space on the left side of the bed where I placed it last night.…my fastrack beeped …It was 5’Oclock in the evening. The sun was about to say good bye for the day…. It looked grim with a reddish tinge all over. The sky was spectacular, as it threw in the air a medley of colors -scarlet, orange and red….. I closed my eyes and fell for eternity...
A soft gentle breeze was touching my soul which was overburdened with myriads of silent tales which were needed to be unfold...Rosy sunshine swept my dozy eyes. It was amusing to watch the birds, playing around the birch trees and the water trickling down the snowy white stones. The sweet smell of the rajnigandha made me breathe like a monk, so as to enjoy it wholly and spiritually. I saw the vast ocean. I could feel the soft wet sand under my feet. The salty breeze swept my face, leaving behind a mild scent of the sand. I walked a long distance, with my hands in the air, alongside the waves, was viewing the horizon at full length. I dived deep, deeper, into thoughts. I wished I could dive into the ocean and get to the shore alive. At some distance I caught sight of a cottage with a door kept ajar…stepped inside I felt the aroma of the fresh wild flowers that touched my feet ...two snowy white statues of women with feathers, looking like angels from heaven was stretching their hands…it was looking like they were calling me..I looked around and my eyes got stick on the chandelier,fixed to the roof. The breeze was giving it a harmonic motion...As the sun’s sharp beams fell on the chandelier, the reflections from dozens of crystal hangings on it, flickered giving it a glisten like a Diamond; it was adding a classic vintage charm to the world around. I couldn’t take my eyes off this beauty. They seemed immortal, neither the chandelier nor its shadow. The shadow of the chandelier projected an attractive black shade as it descent on top of the fawn floor mat. I felt like resting over the shades, enjoying the warmth of the rug under this soothing Venetian; I went off to the verandah... It was filled with shadows - of large trees, sparkling rainbow, huge mountains, colorful butterflies and tweeting birds. I found myself in an uncanny world. Clouds were at a hands stretch and the environment seemed so pure... It was an odyssey into a dazzling world with no identity.
A mark of happiness cast in my heart but an unvarying beeping sound brutally stabbed in the heart …all of a sudden the world seemed to be turning upside down, everything around were departing from me at a rapid pace . The beeping sound grew harder and louder…it was so hard that it couldn’t save me from being panicked and increased my migrant. I heard someone yelling my name. I opened my eyes as if I had just woken up from a broken spell and found myself on the floor of my own room. The time was 8 0’clock then. Opel Mehta was now resting on my chest... It did not take me much time to realize that this unrealistic world was a mere creation of my own dream. After having restored myself to reality I felt better. Recollecting about the last 3 hrs of continuous fantasy, cast a smile on my face and instilled a sense of happiness and relief in my heart…made me experience on the edge of the world….
