Last night i had a dream….a dream where those memoirs of the past started swirling in a never ending vortex. My subconscious presumed the worst from my previous experience in watching Discovery channel..”Was I dying?”…but it seemed so heavenly..how can death be so much gleeful? Those great moments of my life that i’d not even trade for the flying Dutchman’s ship were passing by…those happy hours beside the bank of river brahmaputra,back when there were no statics-dynamics, no trig or carshoff’s law…my cycling hours with my friends..the green Meadows with tiny brick roads in B.A.U
where we thrived..and our only companions were the warmth of the wind,the freshness of the mango trees and the canopy of the sky dangling above….we had a fav tree..a tree that had been there for years on end…it remained succulent as long as we cared for it…recently i heard it was cut off…tearing the bond that a few brats created with it in their childhood…Before the killing the tree must have cried out in eternal despair (like the picture),”I dont want to leave now”..now our innocence doesn’t follow us anymore…close to the end of the teens there are so many sins that we have done…hatred, lust , lie, aggression and many more…some willingly , some not…still the religion of tenderness that we were discipled to came back to my synapse last night….that wasent the end for my human-body though(sometimes discovery channel can be so psychotic)…but until the dream disappeared into a stench of city life and sound of piling machines….i was having a time of my life…..i hope a dejavou
of such experience will occur when darkness surrounds me…
