A Dream I Dream

I had a dream…
I was with a girl! (let me name her as Maya)…

We, Maya and me, are in a beach, an unknown beach, with vivid water reflecting the sky. The sea is blue, a clear blue, exposing its corals and inhabitants to the outer world. Eagles and albatross keep flying hither and thither but never wish to take a plight into the water and scoop their prey. They maintain the serene atmosphere by keeping themselves aloof from plunging. It is better to fast than to perturb the calmness of air, they fancied themselves. The waves chased each other as kids do, when they are let out in an open ground after a day’s time spent inside a house. Everything is good with the sea.

The white foams carried by waves, like an emissary, try to climb up the mountain, forming a part of the seashore, adjacent to the sea. The mountain resembles a big wall, brown and uneven surface. Occasionally herbs sprout of the rugged surface. The herbs, green here and there, are like stars shinning here and there during darker nights.

The mountain stands erect, never seems to be moved by the strong, gushing winds of the sea. The waves thump them avenging their failure and incapability of moving the rock. The waves deposit some crabs. The crabs move sideways. They metamorphose their colours when they silt in the rocks. Tiny, little, birds are finding it hard to brawl with the crabs and win them as their prey.

The shore… the shore was filled yellowish sand. The colour was as though they are sawdust that comes after scratching a big teak wood. I find sand everywhere, no tree and no human beings except Maya and me. Not even a single palm tree to my sight. We both are there couched comfortably in the shade of the huge mountain. We both are occupying a small place that connects the seashore with the mountain crest.

There is no sound in the shore except hush of the fast blowing wind pushed hardly by the sea. I feel as if the sea sends the wind by compulsion so that Maya would not mind the burning rays of the sun (dreams have exaggerations and hyperboles please LET ME DREAM!). Maya is in her black dress, she is good with a smile, the smile that the waves are craving to taste. I stand as her guard never letting the waves touch her feet or taste her beautiful lips and so they fall without entering the shore.

I allow winds as my Maya wish to enjoy them. I keep watching her, her child like face and childlike play in the sands. She is screwing into the sand by using her tiny, tender fingers, just to see them closed by her other fingers. We speak no words. She occasionally shares glances with me. I am not able to take away my eyes from her eyes and busy fingers. Silence is eloquent.

Maya gets up from the place and she wishes to run around the beach. I say to her, “Its better to sit in a place and enjoy the place, by safely cuddling in my arms.”

“No, I wish to run. There is nobody here. I wish to be myself dear,” replies Maya.

“Alright, I have no objection. Try not to run too fast, so that you can avoid slipping in the sand.” I put forth my request.

“Why on earth are you here with me then? Will you let me fall down?” she interrogates and starts to run and hop around the place. She beckons me as she started to run.

I did not mind about the waves that are trying to invade into our territory, my territory. I start to run beside my girl. She is running by my side. She smiles as if she has done a BIG job, her seven years itch. I keep running by her side looking at her for some time and later I shift and gear up my imagination towards the waves that chase each other. I fancy the first waves to be my Maya and the second ones representing me. The second waves go at the back and I am going behind Maya.

I keep matching the pace of the waves with ours, as it happens with all of us when we walk with someone dear to us. We try to march with the same leg that our partner has, if we keenly concentrate on their leg movement. This keenness on leg movement would end up with us getting unconscious of the words articulated. I get lost in turning my head left and right. The sea is to my right and my girl at left. I left her unnoticed when my head is towards the right. During my sequential swing from left, I find my girl kneeling in the sand. I sit besides her smiling, which she admires many times. She too smiles at me…

There ends my dream…
I wish to dream the dream
I do not know what it all meant. It made me happy. It makes me happy.