Stranger than a dream...

Dreams are manifestation of the thoughts that belie our subconscious mind. Each night humans dream of numerous things, yet they remember only a few of them. And even those gradually fade away, slipping away from our grip. The harder we try to remember, the more it evades and eventually it is forgotten in its entirety. There is eventually no way that we could record and keep a track of the things we’ve dreamt of.  What is it about dreams that make them so enigmatic, so nebulous that even though we try we cannot hold on to them.

What would happen if someday we realize that the days we have been spending were just another dream we had been living. And what would happen if the dream chose to break itself, move on and make us wake up to reality. Would we try to hold onto it and still spend our entire life running after it, just because it seemed so charming, try hard to turn it into our reality again.

Imagine meeting a person who seems to have walked right out of your dream, everything he does, says seems perfect: not flawless, but you come to love those imperfections. You learn to appreciate the depth the person has towards life, towards you. And you bond immediately, a bond so strong that you seem surprised that you were capable of such trust, capable of surrendering your soul in its entirety to that stranger whom you just met.

You are unable to decide if it’s still a part of a dream or a living reality. The way his hand slightly holds onto yours. The way he holds you in his arms and caresses you when you are asleep. The way his lips curve in to accommodate yours, smiling ever so slightly. Nothing seems new or strange, it feels that everything has been this way for ever. The way he looks at you at dawn, the room slightly illuminated by the first rays of the sun makes you feel beautiful beyond words.

But remember the first time? When your hands touched accidently, and you feel the spark. Even though we know in reality that Edward Cullen couldn’t stop Bella’s heartbeat, with his passionate kiss, yet that’s the one moment you feel that it didn’t seem impossible. And before you know you are so much into that feeling of attachment (love?) . Madly, Insanely and Irrevocably.

As the night draws in, slightly creeping away towards the first steps of dawn, you feel the mist coming on. But you are lost in the land of this mist, its beauty enhances the minutest details of the landscape around you. Before you are aware the sun is high up in the sky, melting away the fog, the mist.

And you find the stranger is gone.

Only your window pane holds the remnants of the stranger’s existence. You still wonder, what was it, so strange, so beautiful.

Stranger than even dreams.