Visits at Dawn

I dreamed about her again tonight or rather I should say today morning. My phone was flashing 5:20AM. As I drifted back to sleep in the comfort of a Sunday slowly the scene started unfolding. I knew she was their, somewhere near. Everyday I used to pick her up once her office was done and dropped her home. Those few hours between 3 in the afternoon to 5 in the evening was a dream in itself, our car would go at a slow trot, my eyes on the road and my mind on her. Sometimes she would be holding my left hand and I would skip changing gears. But I digress from my dream. I could feel the panic welling up inside me. The skies were dark, night was falling. My logical mind was thinking,

why is she here?

Is she going home? 

I need to take her home, do I? 

Once upon a time the thought of spending a few hours with her was enough for me to travel across the country. I had to see her, I looked for a door and leaned outside, under the shed with her back turned to me I saw her. Sport shoes without laces, wearing a dark blue salwar suit, I could sense her as my mind started pulling me out of the early morning stupor. As I woke up the dream faded, I didn't try to hold on to it as I hadn't tried to hold on to her. 

I would never say she was the love of my life but she was the lifeline that had made inroads. 

Her mother doesn't want us to get married, she is afraid of the future. Swara could never oppose her mother, not after her father has passed on. The weight of the world holds heavy in her heart, and in my heart holds her. 

It isn't a story of glamour nor is their a happy ending yet. You know when I used to drop her home I would stop 500 metres away and she would take an e-rickshaw home. As she would get on that rickshaw my heart used to sink wondering would I see her again tomorrow? 

It's been a long time since tomorrow came. Then again I get to meet her at dawn sometimes. Within the secret crevices of my head. That should suffice for now, I guess!