CHAPTER 2 FLASHBACK 2.1

Sixteen years earlier, I was Fourteen and sad as I earlier mentioned. That summer something extremely unusual and almost alien happened to me.

I saw a dream for seven recurring nights. One week, the very same dream, it wasn’t a good dream and I always woke up in the middle of the night cursing only to see the dream again the next day.

Strangely though I would sleep again to experience the same feelings-excitement, desperation and an infuriating frustration which left me extremely perturbed.

It was beautiful in a strange manner. I will be filling up the gaps wherever I deem it necessary and make the dream sound more like a story otherwise it will be all over and you won’t understand a word. I can still see it as if it was a movie whenever I close my eyes…

It was a hot afternoon, hot enough for me to see each drop of my sweat fall down to the ground and vanish within seconds. To that point into the dream that was all I was able to see, I don’t know how the dream began but this is the part that I remember seeing every day. So I saw my sweat drops fall down as I fixed a miniature Ferris wheel. Somebody calls a name, “Dastakhat!” I look towards the person, it’s my name. He says authoritatively, “Will you finish setting up before the people arrive? You just have to tighten few screws then you can take your lazy *** into the tent and lay down again. I wish I was young enough to do it all myself…Now stop gawking and finish this fast!” he turned and went away slowly. Thank God few things never change; whether it is a dream or my real life I always have someone replace my parents in reminding me how lazy I am. I turn to work and in a flash it’s done, this is why I love dreams, things move at a fast pace and you skip the boring parts and enjoy only the best parts. And immediately it was dusk, I was walking past the other vendors and their stalls. I saw myself in a mirror shop and realized that for the first time in life God was kind to me even if it was in a dream, I looked the kind of guy I would plead on my knees to go out with me, also in an attempt to give my ego a boost: This is my fourteen year old mind, now I look damn good! There might be some statements that have little relation to the reality, kindly ignore them. So, I was a 5’11 curly haired lean brown man, with golden brown eyes and a small mouth with beard growing all around it making it look even small. My hair was a shade of deep brown which looked closer to black. It was almost as if my maker fell in love with brown when he was making me.

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