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THE TRANSITION BEHIND AN UNCANNY DREAM……
I was leafing over the book of Alchemist, when I suddenly remembered of a thought I was accustomed to. The day had went on well. The night too seemed pleasant under a moon so brilliant that even turned the stars pale.
Being a selenophile, I went into my room and sat near the window and began to glance up to the vastness of the universe. The sun had set and breeze was steady and soothing. It appeared to me as if the moon derived it’s strength from the sun and rejoiced in its glory.
I am a writer, and that’s why I take everything beyond a normal human’s perception. That day too, I did the same. I was slithering myself with my imagination of the astonishing beauty of the night, when I saw something bizarre. I went near it and realized that it was an inexplicable shadow. It had an incongruous shape and a deformed dress code.
At first, I was scared seeing this aberrant figure, but later I recollected my senses and went to see who it was and was awestruck finding an old woman leaning on a stick, struggling to protect herself from the chilling winds.
There was an unusual, horrifying look into her eyes, and her hands were too miserably burnt, and her hair so tangled, that it forced me to believe that she was a ghost, and I suddenly screamed out in terror. I didn’t knew who she was, or what she wanted. Nor did she speak it herself. I took her back in and asked what she insisted.
She spoke nothing. I thought she must be starved and wanted food. Therefore, I served her with fresh soup and a nice plate of Biryani along with Manchurian and coconut chutney. She ate it in such an unexpected , well–mannered way that it provoked me to question her where had she come from. She spoke nothing until she had finished her food and pointed towards the wine.
After having been served with it, she told me her life story, how she had entered into this unknown land on her horse, and her banishment by her own husband. The story of her life brought me to tears.
At last, once she had finished, she said, “Dear, the desert is so large and the horizons so distant that they make a person feel small, as if he should remain silent”. I didn’t understand those lines though, but knew that it was the irony of nature.
It was night and the sky had turned dark. I asked her to await at my home till the dawn and then she could leave for her destination. But, I was still suspicious about where she would go. I didn’t know but I didn’t prefer to ask her.
It was 1 at night and she was still reading. I tried to drift into the conversation, and thus, asked her which was the novel. “The Alchemist”, the voice replied. She continued, “I am finding my own Personal Legend. I’m trying to listen to the Soul of the World, adopt the universal language, and find out the mystery behind the alchemy of the Philosopher’s Stone and Elixir of Life”.
This lady was so suspicious, I thought. I put in other question, “Grandma, what would you do next, and where would you go?”. She said, “I would be an instrument of God, help the soul of the world and understand why was I here. I’ll reside in any house that comes to my way to Mecca, and would eat or drink whatever I get”.
Her confidence, despite being so heartbroken, invoked my inner voice. I felt bad, but I was helpless, therefore, did nothing. The only thought that came to my mind at that moment was that, “At certain point in our lives, we lose control of what’s happening to us, and our lives become controlled by fate. The only thing that matters is how well we pushed ourselves out through the situation”. I was upset, but didn’t utter a word. I felt as if the monotony of the woman had caused my life to press onto a melancholy tone.
The next day, the woman got up before dawn, even before the rest of the world was still sleeping and left my home without a word. I woke up by the time she was 10 miles from my home and I could only smile for what had happened the other day. I disguised her to be of some elemental force, and got up from my bed disinterring my thoughts…
The next morning, I realized that I was out of my dream world and had finished the Alchemist……..
LIFE IS A TRAJECTORY, ISN’T IT?
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