Story of D...

Dreams have wings………….? Can it fly with those wings……….?
I don’t know. But they were colorful. We can float like feather through those dreams.

There is a drop of water. Is it alive.? Anyway it is getting the motion and, ya there is someone inside that drop. He is moving. Oh..no its not he, its she.
Its darkness all around. I love darkness, because it gives the feeling of loneliness. The new ideas which drive life, country even world evolves in the darkness.

My eyes were looking for the lady in the drop. Then i found it’s the great physical phenomenon of reflection made her inside the drop. Where is the original one…..?

My eyes wandered with some will. Even though it was dark out there I had no difficulty in finding her. She is cooking. Oh it’s a hotel and she is the chef…..! It does not sound that good, right?…. Usually whenever I see foodies I used to get a feel of hunger, but this time I did not. Maybe because it is not looking delicious.

Her hands were moving like a machine.It’s getting some rhythm, rhythm of some unheard music. Now the rhythm is repeating frequently. The pace of the body is enough to make her sweat. Her hair isn’t well combed. It looks like the papers on my table. Some hair strands were falling on her face, disturbing her, interrupting the rhythm of the work . One drop of sweat was descending down her graceful cheek. That drop is trying to make its own way to the ground. It seems like the drop has its own laws for gravity. In the end it refused to make its ground. Maybe it liked the skin, its better to be a part of that skin than the part of poisoned earth. A sudden stroke of her shoulder removed the drop from her cheek. I looked to her shoulder, but the distance is enough for the drop to hide from my eye sight. Even if I was close enough I could not have figured out the drop , because the dress was all wet. It was impossible to sort out the drop from her wet cloth even from a closer distance.

Anyway that stroke broke the rhythm and dreams of that drop. She is going near to a tree which is having a cradle on one of its branches. It’s sure that the baby cry made rhythm to break. It seems like she is in some hurry. The lullaby made the child to sleep. She needs the rhythm back. The air around her is still silent. They are trying to open their sleepy eyes. She went back to the rhythm. A new character appeared on the screen, a very old man. Of course he is not her husband, may be her father. And there is one more option, may be father of her husband. It’s clear that he is having some problems due to his age. Its seems like he is moving with a huge rock on his legs. He took something, some food items, and made his body moving. He is aiming to the corner where there are two customers. It seemed like they would finish their eating before he could make his own presence there. I pulled my eyes back and searched for the lady. I was not at all interested in the rest. She is in the same rhythm as before. I found the rhythm of her stomach is not high as her hands. The droplets of sweat are on her stomach. They are dancing with their legs fixed to an unheard song. Like the other drop they are also not ready to make the ground.

Somebody touched my shoulders and I was out of my thoughts, like, while flying the wings of dream is off. The song of MJ(Dangerous) is going on in the bus. I came back to the beats of that song, but my mind is with that lady. Of course her face is trying to tell a story of sorrow. May be her husband is a cruel character as we see regularly in movies or ………. I don’t know.

She is not at all fair in color. Oh my lover is not fair in color. I was out of her thought for a while. My feminine concept was a lady having beautiful hair and a nice face. But I didn’t find these in her. But still I liked her and she is nice….. I am sure that she didn’t find any of her concepts in me also. Still………………….
This journey will end up the long waiting of us.

The bus started moving. I tried to close the half opened window. While closing I searched the droplet which lead me to that lady. But it ended in vain. Still the lady is in the same rhythm. I pulled my eye from her, there are some drops of water on the window. But they were not having wings……………………..

PS:for the readers its only a story and the character is someone else(not me).