Dawning Dreams.....!

It was early morning, Mohan tossed and turned on his bed, and he could hear the distant coo of a bird and the adjoining sound of a female coo…to it.

He thought, ‘Damn, it is only day-break and I am not able to sleep, what has happened to me…I don’t want to get up…the manager is not in today…I can be late to office…Oh! Please doze off….’

No, his mind did not heed neither his sleep…he woke up reluctantly and looked around all was bright and gay…he slipped on his house slippers and then slowly walked up to the sit-out…he looked around a beautiful day and the sun was just brushing off its own laziness….!

He took a deep breath and it had been ages he wondered at the nature with awe….he slowly pulled on his sweat shirt and found the basket ball he had left unattended at the cupboard corner…with it flew a cloud of dust…it chocked his lungs…he coughed a bit and quickly strode out onto the lawn….!

The house was spaced on a 3600 square feet and was artistically done, which donned a basketball sling attached to the top of the wall that spaced the sit-out from the 1st floor of the house.

Hmm…he has lost practice with the throw but still does not know what to do so…he starts nudging the ball…he just throws the ball so hard that it bounces out of his gate and down on to the street…

The sun is bright and up right now, there are crows and birds chirping around and some lazy dogs barking somewhere, the milkman, the paper boy all had finished their rounds…the locality is an abode in heaven with both the sides of the street adorned with big and huge trees spreading their branches and covering the stretch of the street with their leaves and flowers, giving away a celestial fragrance and the flowers that are no more to the twigs had fallen on the ground to adorn the street….!

There is a heavy carpet of flowers in different colors….and it was highlighted by the rays of the light that was passing through the branches from above and looked as if a scene drawn out of the sets of a romantic film…Mohan who came out to pick his ball was just looking at the scenic beauty and the ball was rolling into the street ahead of him…

He is lost in the beauty till a slow cold morning wind blows across his face and it sends a slight shiver through his arms, shoulder and backbone…he just shudders with the chillness…when he sees an angel down the aisle in a dark colored dress….with wavy hair that is uncontrollable to the blowing wind and the hands busy holding on to the bars of the cycle…!

She stops her vehicle and pulls her strands and pushes it behind her ears to hold them tight for sometime…and the rays from the sun fall on her as an spotlight from heaven….the leaves had given away to the pressure of the wind…..she puts a hand to cover her from the light just leaving a single ray peep through her finger making a halo around her….!

Oh! She looked ordinarily extra-ordinary….but she did not stand there forever she cycled past him and did not look back but she smiled at him when their eyes met for a milli-second and he knew….it was the smile that he had to look forward forever….but why him?

His mind reckoned why him….he does not believe anything of this sort and even in movies he said, ‘why it is always an extra -ordinary introduction for the heroine…?’

Nah…it can’t be him who is seeing this feat….it is just a dream…and dreams never come true…what am I doing standing and dreaming a perfect romantic picture scene of heroine introduction….oh! Enough of these ‘Yash Chopra heroines…’ where’s the ball…is, where is it…it just rolled in the front…where it did go….!

Ah! There it is, the stupid ball…how can a ball be stupid…you are stupid…you are the one who threw it….!

Ow! He hit against a stone and stumbled upon it….thud…! the sound was loud…and the pain started flowing into his senses and his back hurt…why is my back hurting….? I fell on my knees…my knees should be hurt…he could not keep his eyes, closed any more…he opened them and found the fan on the ceiling squeaking and running at full speed….!

He was coming into conscious with every turn of the fan blade….he pulled his eyes fully open with an instant and sat up with a bolt…he was on the floor of his room bundled in the blanket he had spread over him last night and he had fallen off his bed…!

He tried to get up and his back ached…but his mind was recollecting the events he saw…he looked at the watch it was past 9o’clock and it was trouble for him at the office if he does not reach it in another few minutes….!

He sets off to his daily chores returning to the mundane life he was in before….in the hurry-burry of his morning…he forgot about the angel he saw…and in whose life does a dream at day-break comes…true!

Has it for any one…?