The Last Connection

Dreams

This place again? Why do I keep coming here? This house in the middle of no where, those swings, that church... That girl in the grey sweater, is she calling me?  She is walking towards me, her eyes look tense, its like she is searching for something. "Hello? Can I help you?" , no response she is going away. It all turns dark. I cannot breathe anymore, is this the end?

I wake up alert, sweating despite the cold weather Bangalore is known for. I look at my cell phone, it is 6:00 am, early again I think to myself. I debate between going back to sleep or doing yoga. Well Yoga seems more safer. Beside my bed I hear my roommate snoring away in a peaceful sleep. Lucky you, I think to myself. After tying my hair into a high ponytail, and changing into tracks I start my routine Yoga. 

By the time I finish my meditation my roommate is awake. "You know Avni, I would love to wake up to the sound of my 7:30 am alarm, but nope, it is the sound of your "om" that wakes me up. Let the mobile do a bit work dummy." says my roommate Chhavi in a sleepy voice, she is two years elder to me, and has an attractive personality, her dimples add on to her warm persona. We have become so used to of each other that her snore and my meditation does not bother us anymore. 

"Well, easy for you to say, you do not get creepy dreams like I do." I reply rolling up my Yoga mat. "Well I told you to go to a therapist, this might be serious shit, what if the ghost of your boyfriend's past is trying to contact you, oh what if she wants to possess you to get back at him!"  says Chhavi nonchalantly. I mock a laugh, and the two of start laughing. 

I check my phone, its 7:45, I rush to the bathroom and by 8:15 am, I am out in time to apply light routine make up and have my oatmeal breakfast with cut fruits, while Chhavi gets ready for the gym. Her work hours are later than mine, I need to report by 9:00 am, while she reports at 10:00 am. As soon as I wash my dishes and about to check myself in the mirror for one last time, my phone rings. Too late, Mr. on time is here already. I grab my bag and laptop and thrust my phone into my pocket. He's waiting on his bike, his helmet off while he adjusts his hair. I smile at him, and the smile is reciprocated, as he greets me with his long driven "hi". 

"You look good today" says my awfully sweet boyfriend (at times) as he pulls me into a hug, "Do I not always look good Ankit?" I reply cockily, to which Ankit narrows his eyes at mean, and bursts out laughing. Ankit picks me up from home and drops me to work, which is convenient as its on the way to his work. "So did you sleep well or did the grey sweater girl pay you a visit again?" he asks mockingly, which annoys me as I sit behind him holding on to his shoulders. "Yeah, she did. She even told me that she will soon be paying you a visit." I say in a retorting his comment. He laughs again, which makes me smile. The rest of the 10 minute ride just passes in talking about random things. 

When we finally reach, he pulls me into a hug and says, "see you in the evening. You are staying at place right?", I pretend like I do not know what he is talking about. He makes his classic narrowing of the eyes and scrunching up the mouth face, when I smile and say, "I would provide straight answers to your questions the day you stop asking obvious ones." With this he bids me off, and I walk into my work place.

I work at an MNC where I deal with clients on day to day basis, briefing them about our company and data research and all the things MNCs make you slog for to receive a good pay. Its almost break time when I check my phone, there is one missed call from mom and other two are company numbers. I am about to call her back, when suddenly I see on my news feed an interesting article titles, "What are your dreams trying to tell you" , I decide to give it a look. The article talks about how our dreams are a result of our subconscious mind, they usually reflect thoughts which are conscious mind is not aware of. Some dream motifs have certain explanation like how death signifies the end of a problem, etc. However, to my disappointment I find nothing related to my recurrent dreams. As there are no mountains, stairs, lake or anything mentioned the article, I am about to give up on the article when one phrase catches my eyes, "recurrent dreams can also be reflective of your past and at times are related to your past life" I do not know but something in my gut makes me believe that this might be true in my case. I however decide not to ponder over it, and go for the break.