I knew she was dead. She had died a few years ago. Still, I was not surprised to see her. I was standing with my friends when I saw her. Her clothes were torn and full of sand. Her hair spread over her shoulders, disheveled and dirty. I had never seen her like this before. She hurriedly entered the compound and went to her apartment. I wondered why was she in such a state? I was missing her since so many days. Would she stay? Would she go back? I don’t want her to. But can I stop her, can I make her stay? Do humans have the power to give life to their dead.
A few moments later, she came out, all neat and dressed in her white saari, full of grace and humility. She was with her son, who opened the door of his car for her. She entered the car and her son drove her off. She would never come back now. At least not in this state.
I knew she was dead, still, I was not surprised to see her. Because in my dream, I knew I was dreaming.
You have never stopped surprising me with your ability and thought process. Glad your back to writing
Thank you Roshan Bhai, your encouragement is always a ++ for me 🙂 Trying to be regular in writing and post once every week.