Reverie

Last night…I had a dream…I never talk about my dreams because I don’t remember them after I wake up…but today, I guess after years…I woke up in a nice mood…I felt light…I felt no Burdon on me….i felt honest with a smile…
The dream was amazing…It was the shortest dream I guess I ever had…I had this dream start, I guess at 7:16am and it ended by 7:25am…Now you might be wondering how I know the exact timings…ah well! Almost the exact time….its my friend who everyday wakes up and text’s me the exact same msg-“Wake up boys…I woke up”. So I checked the time and then, after the dream I woke up again and checked the time….
I guess last night I shampooed my hair and took a warm shower before going to bed…so I was feeling light…maybe that is the reason for my good dream…anyways yea….so the dream….

I am sleeping on my bed…the light under and through my curtain falls into my darkest room…I realize its morning time and I remove my favorite blanket from top of me…I guess it is some special day and date…I don’t know if its my birthday or holiday or whatever…So I wake up and sit on my bed…I am wearing a pink satin dress…it’s a spaghetti with thin stripes…the room is all dark but the sun rays through and under my curtain makes it look just the most beautiful morning…I look at my cell phone and check the time …it was 11:15am…I feel good as I come outta the bed and start to keep my legs on the floor…I see the whole room filled with balloons…like the silk colour balloons… everywhere… 3/4th of the room is filled with the balloons…I start to look around and I could see only blue…pink…white…coloured balloons with long satin ribbons…I hear slow music running in the background…ive never heard that kinda song before…I don’t know it was just different and felt so right….i began to run in circles….i felt the touch of the balloons on all the parts of my body and it just felt so right….i am smiling and playing with those balloons…then I remove the curtain and see the sun rays directly falling on me…and guess what? I liked sun for once over darkness…I turn around and see balloons everywhere in my room…I began to play with them again….after sometime I realized that there was a message on each the balloons…it had compliments and the kinda dialogues I love to say and hear….some read: “we all love you”, “everything to make you feel right”, “happiness implies you”, “we all miss you”, “we love you the way you are”, “special friend” and my favorite one: “Hugs from all across the world from every living creature on this planet…just for you”….i went like…”aaaawwwwww!” it just felt so right…like I was in some lala land and just everything around felt nice…like everything was perfect…I felt light and pleased…I had realized that I had bouncy hair when I started to jump and play with the balloons again…the room had this fresh air all around…the air was like the ones you feel when its rainy day and the first rain bring you the cool wind after hot summer…I felt happy from the bottom of my heart and I just felt me…like…I don’t know…..its just that…..i was like….like on something I would hold on to forever….

“La la lalalalala…la la lalalala..”that’s my sms tone..i know weird na…it’s a song by the offsprings- self-esteem…and then the sms arrived…and Boom I woke up…my room was empty and curtains seemed to pass the same light as in the dream and I checked my cell phone…
Sometimes something’s which are so small and so little seem to be giving the biggest happiness…doesn’t it?…I don’t know why I always find happiness in small things…it just feels right and it seems to be completing my big frame of happiness by all those small ones…I don’t know like…I say I want a guitar…I want this dress and all like expensive stuffs but they don’t provide me with all the happiness…
For instance…I always wanted an electric guitar and this year I finally got one…I went to the store with a straight face and got the guitar with that same face…and on the other hand when I told my best friend I had got an electric guitar, she was jumping and screaming and I guess she was more happy than me…yes! Kshiraja…you sounded and felt happier than me…for once I thought that I should give you my guitar to see you that happy forever…I just didn’t feel that happy as I should have or like you…
Instead I was happier to know that a guy who I thought was “firangi” had pani puri with me and a long night walk….yes! Prateek. you!…I felt happier at that moment than I was when I got my guitar….like I don’t understand why I feel happy in small things
But the best one is when I talk about all those small beautiful things and hang them on my memory frame….and smile and laugh with the one who helps me recollect them…Yes! Karthik its you! We always recollect how happy this day was and that day was….
I don’t know what’s wrong with me because who so ever I tell this state of my mind…I don’t know he/she just laughs at me and thinks I am mad…
I guess I am…but it makes me feel SO right…

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