1 That Person

Exactly when it started... I never remembered, as if the dreams were forever there. No, not every night sometimes I also had normal dreams, like getting a applause from the class, or petting the neighbour's dog or simply chilling at a beach. But some particular nights.... there was this one place that always occurred in my dreams. That one man.

Those dreams were different altogether. But still it felt like a series. The thing was... those never felt like a dream. Those dreams were not vague or blurry to remember unlike the normal ones. Even while dreaming it felt like actually living through each and every emotion, even after waking up those emotions still affected my day.

But if those dreams had a sad chapter it was bound to be forgotten, even though the sadness would still be on my mind. Just a few days ago, I experienced one of those chapters. yes I said 'experienced' not dreamt, because it never is a dream.

Anyways, after I woke up I was feeling sad for no reason. An overwhelming melancholy was deeply situated in my heart, an unexplained longingness. I tried to remember the dream but couldn't the only thing that flashed across my memory was him and I cried again. Even after convincing myself a thousand times that it was just a dream and there was no reason to be so upset over something that I didn't even remember, I still broke down once again at the University. As a result on being asked... I had to kill my distant aunt for the second time. (I did not actually killed her, I just used her death as an excuse.)... Although she probably is alive.

The thing that I remember the most is- ofcourse- you guessed it - him. I can literally draw a sketch of him with how clearly I remember him. Oh- I forgot to mention, I have a diploma course in portrait sketching. I even remember his voice, his style, but I don't know his name or anything about his personal information. At the same time I know him more than myself. How he talks, how he walks, what are the things he is likely to do, what all he would never do.. everything. Afterall, probably I have been dreaming of him for the past 19 years of my life.

And for the past nineteen years... I probably have loved him too. I have seen girls falling in love with actors, singers, even sports people and even fictional characters. But, I wonder if someone could fall in love with a stranger you have been dreaming. With someone who probably doesn't exist in this world or probably doesn't know that you exist ? I mean, how is it normal?

But still... the connection I feel with him, I had never felt with anybody. I know it sounds super cheesy, but it feels like our souls are connected. Or maybe he is an alien trying to get to reach out to me...

....

yeah! that makes sense. Maybe he wants to set up a relationship between us by appearing in my dreams? Should I inform NASA? Pfft they probably would shoo me away.

I fell asleep that day thinking about various aspects of the dreams. I didn't know when I fell asleep... I even forgot to set alarm. Luckily or maybe unluckily... I didn't have any dream. Not about him and that weird place... not anything. I simply fell asleep and woke up when my big brother shook me rigorously.

"Parul!!! wake up or you would die" he called.

"what? what?" I woke with a start, my eyes half open as I looked around frantically. "is the house on fire?" I asked hurrying up to rise from the bed.

"umm... no. why would the house be on fire? " he asked suddenly all calm and composed like he wasn't shaking me like his life depended on it.

"then why would I die?" I asked him annoyed.

"because... your alarm didn't rang and now it's already five past eight." he said "if you are late to Verma sir's philosophy class... he would kill you."

I sighed "don't bad mouth Verma sir just because he didn't like you. It was only because you sucked at English." I teased.

"And" I added "today is a holiday... I only need to go meet up with the ancient building club." I explained. "and thanks for waking me up."

"yeah.. go and dig dirt archeologist." he taunted. I huffed at that, folding my arms over my chest I glared at him and got up from my bed. "just wait until I become an actual archeologist and find out something like the Indus valley civilization." I defended.

he leaned in closer to my ears "really? you should start digging at the backyard then... maybe you will find your city there." and then he started laughing in hysterics. I just rolled my eyes. "the only thing you would be able to become is a history teacher." he said.

"then so be it." I said becoming angry "not everything in life is becoming an IT professional." I banged the door behind me as I left our shared room.