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Dream
Lying in bed, I felt so relaxed. From a little far away, I could hear a faint unfamiliar voice talking about a girl who was average in studies and everything else but one thing that she mastered was interacting with people and how had uniquely helped and won her heart. I was falling to sleep again and slowly I started losing track of everything and went into a deep slumber.
When I woke up, it was afternoon. I saw an unknown woman crying on the left side of my bed, on the right an unknown man stood with a sad face and right in front, a small boy was looking at all of us puzzled. I shook a little and suddenly felt pain. Another unknown woman came into my room with lunch, wearing a white dress. I asked, what is happening? Who are you all and why am I feeling this pain? And suddenly to my shock the unknown man and woman started crying whereas the little boy burst out laughing as if I had just cracked a joke.
They told me that they were my parents. REALLY? That I had met with an accident while crossing the road to school. That I got a severe head injury and we are in a hospital. Well, I don’t know what was happening, it all appeared so mysterious. Suddenly I realised that I don’t even remember what my name is? So here it is, what I have been told by the people who said that they were my parents.
My name is Avantika Shergill. I am an overall average student studying in the eighth standard at St. Mary’s High School. I am good with people and have a heart of gold. Okay, now I understand maybe that story I heard of a girl mastering interaction with people was me. Oh God! Now I am having a pang of headache. So where was I, yes, so further I was told that my family includes my parents, means them and a little brother. The boy who was laughing is my brother named Anchit who studies in the third standard in the same school.
After spending days in hospital when the doctor finally said that I was okay to go home, I was relieved. On the way back home, my heart was beating fast, I was trying to remember and feel if there was any familiarity, but none. We reached home. I entered, with everyone around me trying to make me feel comfortable. It was a nice decent home and then I saw my room. In the mirror of my dressing table, I saw how I looked and it seemed as if I was looking at myself for the very first time. There were collages of my pictures with my family and friends on different occasions which I hardly remembered. It’s like I am born but the only thing is I am fourteen years old with a history I don’t know. Looking at my broken parents made me feel sad and whenever that thought crosses me that I don’t remember anything about fourteen years, it feels like I am falling from within and I suddenly want to sit.
My teachers, classmates and friends came to meet me. My friends introduced themselves, cried. They all brought me Get Well Soon cards, flowers and chocolates. I was sitting there blank, wondering if ever I would be able to remember who I was, deeply saddened by the thought, when I suddenly saw Achal taking away all my chocolates quietly with silent steps.
I told him those were mine and with an innocent face, he shared this piece of information, “Oh Avanu, you never liked chocolates. Don’t you remember how you used to give them all to me every time you received some? You loved me so much and used to do my homework and give all the nice stationery and colours you had. And you borrowed my collection of different shaped rubbers, it’s in your almirah, I am taking it back, okay. Just remember you love me so much.” And he ran away leaving me wondering if at all there was any truth in what he had said. I had my first family dinner and after taking my medicines, went to sleep.
When I woke up, it was early morning. I could hear the birds chirping in the garden which was visible from my room’s window. I got up for a closer look and flew open the window. Morning breeze embraced me and connected me to the vibrating leaves of trees, mesmerising scent of flowers mixed like a mashup. Suddenly a loud horn blew, I saw Anchit running towards the main door to catch his school bus, my heart skipped and I wanted to run too. I went to the drawing- room. My mother was closing the door and my father was engaged in reading The Daily News.
“Good Morning! How are you feeling today?”, asked Mom.
“Good Morning Maa, I am feeling fine. When can I join back, school?” I asked.
“As soon as you get healed. Come have some breakfast.” said mom.
After breakfast, I just roamed around, seeing each and everything, feeling angry and crying occasionally for not being able to remember anything. Time passed. In the afternoon, my mom told me that it was the day of my Science exam. She told me how I ran away from even the name of Science and didn’t like the subject at all. How I had been running around praying to God to postpone this exam somehow. She said, “When nothing happened you just got ready and climbed your school bus saying bye with that, “I don’t want to give this paper today” face, we wished you “All the Best” and the bus went off. Your father and I were just laughing at how even we used to do such things when your age. When suddenly his phone rang and we came to know that you met with an accident while crossing the road to school.
We both went blank before running to the hospital only to see you covered in blood. While you were taken inside for the treatment, we stood there. How in a blink of an eye, things change! We felt so helpless. The doctor told us that you had a very severe head injury, it will take time for you to get healed physically but he told us that typically in such cases, patients have an effect on their memory, that we will have to wait until you come back to your senses.
Having brought you up in our arms, we didn’t know how to respond. We prayed and hoped for the best but then somewhere inside, we wondered what if you had forgotten everything. What if you didn’t recognize us. This thought was so unbearable, it was like nothing else mattered then. Our lives only surrounded the fact that you be fine and what if you didn’t remember who you are? Time seemed to have stopped. Each second appeared like a minute, each hour like a day. We just kept remembering your face telling us, please I don’t want to go. And we wondered how good it would have been if we had stopped you and given a sick leave in school instead. But then that wasn’t the right thing to do. How emotions can carry you sometimes and make you a complete fool.
We kept praying for that was the only thing we could have done. Then you finally came to your senses only to make us realise that what we dreaded has come true. We love you Avanu, what has happened, has happened. Just know that we are here with you”, Mom said and we both cried. We did our lunch and went to our rooms. I realised that now I had to move on with my life. Seeing my stuff, books, notes, sketches made me feel that my memory has been cleared with a duster. Did I didn’t like Science? Okay, that is fine but why I feared it so much. Is a subject worth fearing, it won’t eat me, Right? With that thought, I went back to sleep.
While asleep, I felt as if my leg was vibrating, not only vibrating but also moving. I was afraid, I wanted to cry. When quickly, I opened my eyes, I saw it was Achal, shouting, “Get up, mom is asking you to get ready or you will be late for your Science exam”. IT WAS A DREAM. I never felt this grateful in my life. I hugged him tightly, opened my almirah and gave him my precious different shaped eraser collection. He was surprised and looked at me as if I was an alien.
P.S: A dream can turn your life around.
#WritcoWildCard #themefantasy
When I woke up, it was afternoon. I saw an unknown woman crying on the left side of my bed, on the right an unknown man stood with a sad face and right in front, a small boy was looking at all of us puzzled. I shook a little and suddenly felt pain. Another unknown woman came into my room with lunch, wearing a white dress. I asked, what is happening? Who are you all and why am I feeling this pain? And suddenly to my shock the unknown man and woman started crying whereas the little boy burst out laughing as if I had just cracked a joke.
They told me that they were my parents. REALLY? That I had met with an accident while crossing the road to school. That I got a severe head injury and we are in a hospital. Well, I don’t know what was happening, it all appeared so mysterious. Suddenly I realised that I don’t even remember what my name is? So here it is, what I have been told by the people who said that they were my parents.
My name is Avantika Shergill. I am an overall average student studying in the eighth standard at St. Mary’s High School. I am good with people and have a heart of gold. Okay, now I understand maybe that story I heard of a girl mastering interaction with people was me. Oh God! Now I am having a pang of headache. So where was I, yes, so further I was told that my family includes my parents, means them and a little brother. The boy who was laughing is my brother named Anchit who studies in the third standard in the same school.
After spending days in hospital when the doctor finally said that I was okay to go home, I was relieved. On the way back home, my heart was beating fast, I was trying to remember and feel if there was any familiarity, but none. We reached home. I entered, with everyone around me trying to make me feel comfortable. It was a nice decent home and then I saw my room. In the mirror of my dressing table, I saw how I looked and it seemed as if I was looking at myself for the very first time. There were collages of my pictures with my family and friends on different occasions which I hardly remembered. It’s like I am born but the only thing is I am fourteen years old with a history I don’t know. Looking at my broken parents made me feel sad and whenever that thought crosses me that I don’t remember anything about fourteen years, it feels like I am falling from within and I suddenly want to sit.
My teachers, classmates and friends came to meet me. My friends introduced themselves, cried. They all brought me Get Well Soon cards, flowers and chocolates. I was sitting there blank, wondering if ever I would be able to remember who I was, deeply saddened by the thought, when I suddenly saw Achal taking away all my chocolates quietly with silent steps.
I told him those were mine and with an innocent face, he shared this piece of information, “Oh Avanu, you never liked chocolates. Don’t you remember how you used to give them all to me every time you received some? You loved me so much and used to do my homework and give all the nice stationery and colours you had. And you borrowed my collection of different shaped rubbers, it’s in your almirah, I am taking it back, okay. Just remember you love me so much.” And he ran away leaving me wondering if at all there was any truth in what he had said. I had my first family dinner and after taking my medicines, went to sleep.
When I woke up, it was early morning. I could hear the birds chirping in the garden which was visible from my room’s window. I got up for a closer look and flew open the window. Morning breeze embraced me and connected me to the vibrating leaves of trees, mesmerising scent of flowers mixed like a mashup. Suddenly a loud horn blew, I saw Anchit running towards the main door to catch his school bus, my heart skipped and I wanted to run too. I went to the drawing- room. My mother was closing the door and my father was engaged in reading The Daily News.
“Good Morning! How are you feeling today?”, asked Mom.
“Good Morning Maa, I am feeling fine. When can I join back, school?” I asked.
“As soon as you get healed. Come have some breakfast.” said mom.
After breakfast, I just roamed around, seeing each and everything, feeling angry and crying occasionally for not being able to remember anything. Time passed. In the afternoon, my mom told me that it was the day of my Science exam. She told me how I ran away from even the name of Science and didn’t like the subject at all. How I had been running around praying to God to postpone this exam somehow. She said, “When nothing happened you just got ready and climbed your school bus saying bye with that, “I don’t want to give this paper today” face, we wished you “All the Best” and the bus went off. Your father and I were just laughing at how even we used to do such things when your age. When suddenly his phone rang and we came to know that you met with an accident while crossing the road to school.
We both went blank before running to the hospital only to see you covered in blood. While you were taken inside for the treatment, we stood there. How in a blink of an eye, things change! We felt so helpless. The doctor told us that you had a very severe head injury, it will take time for you to get healed physically but he told us that typically in such cases, patients have an effect on their memory, that we will have to wait until you come back to your senses.
Having brought you up in our arms, we didn’t know how to respond. We prayed and hoped for the best but then somewhere inside, we wondered what if you had forgotten everything. What if you didn’t recognize us. This thought was so unbearable, it was like nothing else mattered then. Our lives only surrounded the fact that you be fine and what if you didn’t remember who you are? Time seemed to have stopped. Each second appeared like a minute, each hour like a day. We just kept remembering your face telling us, please I don’t want to go. And we wondered how good it would have been if we had stopped you and given a sick leave in school instead. But then that wasn’t the right thing to do. How emotions can carry you sometimes and make you a complete fool.
We kept praying for that was the only thing we could have done. Then you finally came to your senses only to make us realise that what we dreaded has come true. We love you Avanu, what has happened, has happened. Just know that we are here with you”, Mom said and we both cried. We did our lunch and went to our rooms. I realised that now I had to move on with my life. Seeing my stuff, books, notes, sketches made me feel that my memory has been cleared with a duster. Did I didn’t like Science? Okay, that is fine but why I feared it so much. Is a subject worth fearing, it won’t eat me, Right? With that thought, I went back to sleep.
While asleep, I felt as if my leg was vibrating, not only vibrating but also moving. I was afraid, I wanted to cry. When quickly, I opened my eyes, I saw it was Achal, shouting, “Get up, mom is asking you to get ready or you will be late for your Science exam”. IT WAS A DREAM. I never felt this grateful in my life. I hugged him tightly, opened my almirah and gave him my precious different shaped eraser collection. He was surprised and looked at me as if I was an alien.
P.S: A dream can turn your life around.
#WritcoWildCard #themefantasy
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