Vision

I had gone back to Nepal. The return journey took us to Gorusinge from somewhere east of it. We had to pass on foot through a lowland toward a higher ground where I saw a road. As we climbed toward the road, we passed through a border checkpoint of Bangladesh. I knew very well that Bangladesh was not supposed to be in our route. It was much further toward the west. Lungi clad guards manned the post; a prominent woman, big built, dark featured, of a non-Aryan tribal stock made gestures with a Kalashnikov. I got very scared at this moment and fled toward the road, again within Nepalese territory.

In my destiny, supposedly Nepal, I enrolled in St. Xavier’s as a tenth grade student. With the sky blue shirt and blue tie with golden superimposed SX emblem on my breast, I was in a class. I moved away in a break and I lost my orientation. Found myself in another class taught by a stocky European woman with glasses but no attractive features. I met several boys who said I had to go through Shankardev premises to the St. Xavier’s section. I went through construction area with usual brick and mortar structures supported by wooden scaffolding. The dark passage led to somewhere.

Then I met some of my old friends. They shared their experiences which I found were not distinctly unlike mine. Told them all about my academic (and professional) journey. I had come back to tenth grade to retrain. I was also justifying the reason for marriage.

Another setting involved a huge house with a lot of women and girls. It looked as if there was a marriage ceremony, a huge gathering. I was passing through the many rooms. At the top floor of the house, I was with Wishdream. Showing amazing affection, Wishdream cuddled me. I spoke intimately, felt happier until I had to leave for downstairs. I was looking for my mother. Then I was back there at the same room where I tried to change to a blue tracksuit. Then I found another woman on the bed with her whole body covered buy a blanket. As I talked to her I found one of her eye looked like that of a snake. “I will cut of your head…”, I screamed. And that was the end of it.

Note:- This is not a fiction but describes a dream I saw on April 20-21, 2011. The description is accurate as possible. Episodes are biographic as well as surreal.