The Dream
Part I It’s the same sunny morning. I am heading towards office with an Ice tea and a newspaper in hand. I stop by the signal near the Mystical garden for the signal to turn green exactly at 7:05 AM. People rushing towards their work, kids boarding school bus, the lady on the other side of road selling burgers and the pleasant breeze of summer. Oh here it goes green. I need to rush, so many things to do today. I cross the road and reach the Parks building, it’s just two minutes from here, my office. Then suddenly I hear it. It’s the same. The same laugh. But why can’t I see whose it is. Why my heart is so restless?? Why I am looking for this person so desperately?? Do I know this person?? Is it an enemy or a friend or someone I know? Why can’t I see, from where is it coming? Is it from the building or anyone from the street passing by or from the nearby garden? Why again I can only hear it? Why can’t I see who is it? Why it’s making me so restless? What has it to do with ...