Notes

Suddenly I feel weight in my body. I zap back into reality. I could here mom in the kitchen, and the tv playing and realized that it was just a Vision. One of those visions, which mean something. It left me with a feeling. Some sort of desperation. An insecurity, that I was going to feel empty again. That something that is very precious to me is going to disappear just like the ghost from the dream.



One day we were at Iyer’s place, in his bedroom. Just two of us and he was sleeping in his parents bedroom who were in US. My then best friend was there too. She decided to sleep on the sofa in the hall. It was mid-morning or late night. Sun was not going to rise for the next few hours. You were high on marijuana and whisky. And suddenly this dream, came back to me again. I shared it with you, but you didn’t listen. Just like you didn’t in the dream. You were ignoring me and decided to Skype your sister in Canada. I let you be. But my mind was disturbed.



There was an earthquake happening inside of me, and my mind was running helter skelter. Screaming for help, but I knew better. I kept silent and waited for the night to end. For the day to dawn. Waited for it happen. For the news to come. That its ended. That it was a dream and you were the ghost. That I was chasing something that didn’t exist. The only thing in this dream was what I felt. And not the crimson forest, not the clear, still, pure water, not the boat that I loved so much. Not your touch, not your eyes, or You or anything!

It began like a dream, and ended abruptly just like it.