The Girl in my Dreams

**Note- The following story is based on an event as per narration. 

This event takes place in Assam, India and few words are in Assamese language whose meanings have been described in the brackets. **

“Maina ! Maina ! Utha !! (Maina- my pet name. Utha-get up)”

I dizzily opened my eyes from my deep sleep and murmured “Hubo diya sun (let me sleep for some more time)” . Then I looked at the time- it was 4-30 am and I dozed off again.

“No. It can’t be”, a sudden thought came to my mind. My eyes opened wide in disbelief. I knew I can’t sleep anymore. I sat upright with a jump.

It was the voice !

It was the voice and the words !

The same voice and the exact words !

The very voice which used to wake me up from my deep sleep for the past 18 years. I rubbed my eyes to have a clear vision. I saw a figure. I focused my vision again. The figure became clear and it was standing right in front of me.

The figure was of a small girl of merely 8-9 years, with two pony tails or to be more precise long plates with a very familiar face . I wanted to ask her many things but suddenly these words came out from my mouth with a tone of desperation , ” How long have you been all these years ? I missed you. We all missed you so much”.

She said , “I have come to see you all because I was missing you. I was missing you all . But don’t worry. I have come a long way from Dhulegaon to just have a glimpse of you. I have taken rebirth as a girl in a small village over there. You all take care of yourselves. I will visit you again someday.”

The girl disappeared as quickly as she appeared leaving me surprised, astounded and sad at the same time.

Suddenly I woke up from my sleep and I realized it was a dream.

I was teary eyed with a heavy heart. I looked at a picture just above my study table across the bed. It was my Mother’s picture and that day was her 8th death anniversary !

I started to go over the dream. It all felt so real. I was shaking with curiosity. And I have never heard of the place called Dhulegaon before. I immediately took my phone and googled the name of the place. The search results came out. It was a small place in Maharashtra, India.

I looked at the screen for some time. Tears were starting to roll down my eyes. My heart was aching. I couldn’t sleep anymore. So I got up from my bed and started to get into my daily routine. I could see my brother and my father were also awake. I prepared early morning tea for all of them and we three sat down together.

Then my brother asked suddenly-” Where is Dhulegaon?”

I was taken aback and I shifted my eyes to my father. He stopped taking the sip for a moment and looked at me. I was sure by his expression that he also wanted to ask the same thing, but didn’t.

I looked at my mother’s photo frame again. I made myself comfortable with the thought that, she would be now lightening up someone else lives with her charm. How I wish to see her again !

Hope she is in a better place now!