Six Minutes Of Dream

--Deep Snore--

My clock beeps for the alarm at 5:10. I turn off the alarm and again lie on the bed with dying sleepiness.

I don’t know where I am now. Maybe I’m dreaming, but I am playing a cricket match. Against whom, I don’t know. Where am I playing? What event is going on which has crowds filled in seats? The same answer to that: I do not know. I face the first ball – easy peasy – I stoke it off!

Balls after balls, I play more shots until I reach my hundred. And then I find myself in the skateboarding park. That was too not difficult. Minute by minute my sport changes. From TT to Badminton and so on. At the last minute, I found myself standing on the podium and singing our national anthem to see India’s flag reaching the top.

I woke up with a jerk.

I knew what I should and will do.