Wednesday, June 18, 2008

The sixteenth dream

"Those who are dead are not dead
They're just living in my head..."
- "42" [Coldplay/Viva La Vida]

A dream that was once a reality now languishes in memory as a dream, never to be real again. But then again, what is life, if not a dream woven out of innumerable dreams like an ocean that doesn't know where one drop begins and the other ends?

Maybe one day, again, I would show him my report card and a broad smile would appear on his face, there would be another pat on my back, another 'Fantastic!' in the air as an old grey cassette player by the side sang "Main pal do pal ka shayar hoon...". I didn't know then what I had done to make him so happy. But then, I never knew a lot of things. I don't know when that cassette player stopped working and we bought a new one, I don't know when I stopped caring about report cards and I don't know when the word 'fantastic' ceased to be just a word. The ignorance that is all that remains of a lost life.

Today is the sixteenth. Next year, it will be the seventeenth. But then, it would be another day. Another dream.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I dialled your numbers innumerable times. Even the phones wanted to ignore me, maybe :)

Tell mom I remembered and shared her thoughts. Just wanted to let her know, I was with her. Maybe not the right place to say this.