The Sleepless dream

Twas a night before Monday, actually twas Monday, early in the day. Not able to sleep, the boy pulled out his extension, his cell phone and started typing out. The random checks of mails, networks and instant messengers done, the world now was a silent place.

As silent as it was, even the music playing in the ear was little different, things away from the fact that the boy's health needed attention, not of the world but of himself. To quote business, twas was not a balanced business model.

Then again, years of deprivation had taken their toll, the sleepless eyes, twitched more than the usual, the blinks had almost stopped and the warm,feeling when closing ones eyelids were replaced with a sharp pain of burning sensation, the nerves more used to remaining open , were protesting closure.

Then began a journey, as the words started to flow, just like the music in the ear, the streams of life grew again. It came and went, the chemical mocha's and the fascinating warmth of soulful music like streams of waterfall falling free and proud. No movie reproduction or charged machines there. The  mind began to relax, but the headache protested, the strike continues to this day, but that's the story for another day.

The reminiscent mind started to do a crime that had not been done for long-  dream. The eyes wide upon, the boy saw himself walking to his work place, dense concrete high rises on both his sides, no sun rays or moon rays, the only rays were that of the neon lights lighting his path to his final location.

The pathway was quite long, about 10 minutes by the boy's walking standards. Frequently, the boy's eyes went out to check two things..

1. The wrist watch on his left hand to note the time, more so the time left for him to be in office on time,

2. The street dog, yes, corporate tech parks harbor them too, albeit in lesser numbers.. 

Walking to his right... With its majestic tail, oh that tail was so majestic that potter maniacs may have thought that the tail may just be the elder wand disguised, not that thin, but a majestic tail with magical proportions.

Back to the walk, the watch seemed to go faster than usual, the steps became faster, no sunlight and the neon light had nothing called mercy on the boy, burning through his leather bags, all it had to do was shine, and shine bright...the only constant thing was the dog, the dog with its magical tail,

The boy was making progress, halfway down the pathway, he stopped, started frantically searching all his pockets. No, the world had not come to an end, neither had the governments surprisingly. Where is that blessed card??, he questioned himself. Not the banking debit,card, he barely had money in it. It was the office i. D card that was being searched for, finally, losing a minute, the card was found in the bag. The badge worn with pride against his trousers with a yo yo. The walk began, surprisingly, the dog had decided to stay and watch the,boy, the tail constantly constant and remaining as is while the boy had his weekly ritual of finding his card.

The walk steepened, sweat beads began appearing, the dim yellow neon lights urges him toward the big black glass door, the fog had not left his side, yet time was, and time was fleeing faster than he would office on a Friday night..

He almost reached the door, just as he was entering it, the dog in all its magnanimity waved its tail. Co incidentally his opening the door was when the dog had decided to flip its magical tail.

The neon lights got turned off, the pathway closed on itself, the doors fell on themselves, all that remained was the boy, with nothing but bare necessaries, the actual ones, meaning his,body with clothes, no cell phone is a necessary need, not a bare necessaries, refer prof baloo...!!..

All that remained was the boy, in the middle of a vast vast grass field with no people around. Large trees and ridges dotted this plain not in a straight line, but as  nature intended them to be, free and proud. The sun was out, the breeze kissing his face and caressing whatever little hair he had retained on his head, the dog was running free, the majestic tail waving rainbows each,time it waved it.  The worries and the deadlines, the badges and the bags, all had but disappeared. Who what when where, was it the dog, or was it that majestic tail, was this the dream, or am I dreaming up a dream in a dream, no inceptions or perceptions, all that remained was just one thing to realize. He was as free as the dog was. Yet when he moved a blade of sharp grass cut his feet.

The wound though minor hampered the boy from moving much, all he did was limp, and then realized it. There was no present, no,future or the past. All he had to,himself was his sicknesses and the,paradise in front of him. What he chooses to do was not the decision of anyone else. No leaders, or statesmen or politicians, all he had to do was trust the one he trusted the most - himself.

The first step was hard, the second harder, the third even harder, yet the sun light kissing his fore heard felt like the sweet musings of a loved one prodding the boy to move along. And move he did. The world forgotten and forgiven, all that remained was him the paradise, the dog with his magical tail and him. He flipped and twitched and saw one thing that bought a broad smile to his face the watch had stopped and dropped off his hand, time decided to stop and watch him play to his heart's content. Smiling and laughing the boy ran, irrespective of his size and physical well being he ran, and time, the true gentle force that it is, waited....

Then the buzz went off on the alarm, the boy woke up, for long had dreams been dreamt about, twas a time to make then real. Morning chores done he stepped out to walk to work, and the sight he saw was an all too familiar one.

THE Dog with its magnificent tail...