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To That World And Back

The stillness around, encapsulated by a blanket of silence, pronounced a state of nothingness.
I got out of my car, sensing that the 'woman in me' was suddenly radiating with sublime beauty, bringing with it, an awareness of belonging to the world that stretched far beyond.
I saw him almost instantly.Perhaps someone told him i had come, for he ran towards me, with the maddening air of one, who had just been given the elixir of life.
I bent down, my arms outstretched, to embrace him. He cried, irrepressibly, hugging me tighter than ever-as though he had been waiting for years for this moment to come by.

And then i knew.

It did not matter to him that he was blind. I was his world, the way he saw it, and he wanted nomore...

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The above passage, is only a crude and partial description of what i believe is the most beautiful dream i have ever had. As is the nature of dreams, the sequence of events are disconnected in some way or the other, and questions regarding the same or otherwise, may have answers of which i am not aware of as yet.

Comments

Anonymous said…
aishu ma i chk ur blog everyday and u post after sum so long.. po da! wel ya whose the lucky guy? didnt c his face properly huh? wht did he look like?
c
Anonymous said…
hey aishu... aditi here... well.. wat can i say.. .im no way a dream interpretor .. but your description is absolutely touching.. pity you can't recall anymore of your dream.. well i shouldn't be saying this cos i NEVER remember any of my dreams!! lol
Anonymous said…
hi ash,
As usual..very well written and described..Its pretty interesting..and kinda difficult to intepret too...Does it describe a motherly affection or something?? How did u interpret it? I'm really bad at all this coz i hardly dream..lol :-)
Anonymous said…
hi ash.......
looks like u r proving a point with every entry of urs'(u r doing a stupendous job da).in your first entry you gave a blow-by-blow description of the b'lore trip,then came your abilities to cushion the blow caused by the teachers in coll and in your third u've gone a step ahead and made an avid desription of one of your best dreams which i'm sure will be realized sooner than later.like i always say,keep penning down your thoughts coz u simply r the best.........

SUGGESTION : next time show us your quixotic phase as well.
Shunyata said…
Dirk,
Thanks for coming here. Feels gr8 to have people whom i don't know make statements that make me 'believe in myself' all the more...hmm..'heavy' thinking!!
c-
I fail to understand what ur getting at.
Ads-
I guess we do share the same thread of emotions sumwhere along the line! Indeed,it was a very unique and enriching phase in my life(for as long as the dream reined my 'senses' almost completely!), when this story found its identity one night, a year ago, and stimulated me to recognise the beautiful person within...
As for remembering dreams...i guess there's forever a strong communication between my conscious and subconscious level-courtesy, my ability to sleep for as long as i can or cannot afford to!!!-so while the rest of mankind works, i sinfully, take pleasure in the 'art of sleeping'(whatever that is!!!).
Suja-
Motherly affection...most likely, since its the most divine form of love known to me.
(p.s.1: On an offtrack,u flood ____'s dreams, so i suppose U find urself empty without them!
p.s.2: For the others around here who don't get the point, just don't bother...and as for u Suj, i'll b praying sincerely,that u don't come after me for what i've stated in here!)
Uthra,
Sigh! ...u seem to have unanimously, presumed that there is none better than me...pal, i'm on my way "there", but not "there" yet!!!
Thanks anyways for those 'feel-good' comments-sumday, i will earn the right to believe that I AM KADAVUL(or maybe, sumday ,the world will realise that)!
Anonymous said…
hi ash
thanx for taking-in my suggestion ...i'm sure the next task is gonna b pretty simple for a prolific writer like you...looking forward to your tryst with idealism...
guess it's time for me to bid you adieu ......so here's me signing off.....
Shunyata said…
Hey!..didn't expect U to turn up here!...thanks for dropping by, and keep visiting!
Anonymous said…
I must confess that I seem to have somehow forgotten my study (long years ago) of Sigmund Freud's analysis of dreams...Based on my very vague recollections, an input which could be of some help is your memories of any related experience in early childhood!!??
Shunyata said…
err....my memory fails me..although i'm slightly inclined to believe that it may not have to do with any childhood experience...do u remember any such incident with me in the picture frame?

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