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Monday, September 26, 2011

A dream that wasn't....

Those were the days my friend
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She snapped the phone off after the call, after all she came here to fight her confusions. Adya's feet slowly moved along the touch me not plant. The leaves snapped close in a sort of descending fashion.Her eyes followed the pattern of the 'touch me not' leaves. Magical! She closed her eyes and followed her thoughts. Various images passed through her mind, many faces crossed her path from past and present.  It lingered for a while on her father. Dr.Rao was a popular practioner. Patients loved him, wife was devoted and his children adored him. How perfect life was! like pages from a fairy tale book. And suddenly....
09/02/07

My hands were sweating like hell. I wiped them constantly. This cannot be happening to me. This is all a dream. I will wake up and shoo it away. Persons dressed in green surgical gowns walked constantly in and out of the operation theaters. Dad will be fine. Everything is going to be fine. The smell of the whole place was yuck! What is the smell...blood perhaps! I need to wake up from this nightmare. Soon. But it doesn't end....I can still see mom in a state of shock. She doesn't respond to anything. Anahita is sobbing... And me?  I am dreaming. All this is a dream. I will wake up before I know... Dad will be fine.. 
 

A kid threw a pebble into the lake and the sound of pebble hitting the surface woke Adya from her past. She straightened up and wiped a forming tear from her eyes and looked at the ripples made by successive pebbles. So beautiful... 

04/05/90
Today I  bought a bicycle. But I don't know how to ride one. Dad said he will teach me how to... We went to a park I sat on the cycle. Dad was holding it from behind. HE promised no to let go off the cycle. But he did let go very quickly... 'Appa' I shouted hitting the ground. I will never believe Dad again....

Life was never the same again for Adya. The loss of her father created a big void in her life. Never to be filled  again. She looked at the lake again. The reflection of the clear blue sky seemed like a blanket over the water. She wondered about the boatman Vasudeva in 'Siddhartha' who transformed Siddhartha.... She secretly prayed for a ferryman in her life .....

3 comments:

  1. I love the first thought. Beautiful.
    Awww a little story of trust, broken.

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  2. a heart touching story... just loved it...

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