At 2 pm today, I just thought I’d go through some info I had collected to write an article. There was enough time to do just that before I left to pick Vidur up from school at 2.30. At 2.15, I felt slightly drowsy. You know how weird that is – I get paranoid about not waking up on time, so I got up and had a glass of water. Then, realizing I had another ten minutes at least to go, I sat down again and looking at my document.
At 2.25 I dozed again. And awoke with a start at 2.28. In those three minutes, I had a vivid dream. I dreamed that you were walking up the staircase, wearing your favorite red saree and saying, “Vidya, as usual the lift didn’t turn up”. You were smiling. Even now, when I close my eyes, I can see you coming up the stairs.
When I woke at 2.28, I was so disoriented. It made me wish you were really coming back. It made me wish I could hear your voice calling out to me at 2.25 – to tell me it was time to go to school to pick Vidur up. Maybe you were telling me and that’s why I woke up at 2.28?
I wish.
I always think of this expression on your face. And what fun we had with those soft toys.
Sigh.
