I am walking on the street with my child in my arms. It is late at night & the street is dark. Whenever vulnerable why do have the child , when my children are big enough to have their own children??
There is a broken, ancient house. I can hear a couple talking on a phone. Some relatives are coming from Chandigarh. Why? Recently I saw ‘Chandigarh Kare…’ also the only planned city in India. I wish to see some time.
They are arranging their departure. Wahe Guru! I can get out of this town & reach my city. People at home must be worried. Why did they leave me in he first place with the child??
Why did I come to Sinnar of all places. All buses go to Nasik, which is my destination! Why do I have a child, where are the other people in my family??
I stop at their place. Good natured people that they are, all their guests – all women take me in their fold. We leave for Nashik. As many times that I have travelled so far, I love to watch Nasik come up as we travel down the bend. The lights twinkling in the semi circle far off seem welcoming.
We often say the dreams are what we think but something from our day along with our thoughts gets amalgamated to give a live experience. I have often felt it overwhelming. It is just a dream!