the dream

A shaking Rainbow. Maybe the sunshine enters from the small hole of the door , falls on the glass , which is on the table, at the corner of the room. With all the seven colours of the rainbow, the shadow of the glass falls on the wall behind it , forming an image like a shaking Rainbow.

Like an unseen light , the electric wire curled and comes down from the ceiling. At it's head is the inside hidden bulb, the two curtains which are shaking vigorously with anxious excitement, the rainbow and along these , with same music , same rhythm and same lyrics , shaking my heart too.

Silence of noon. Far from the busy city , in an solitary place , there is my home on the top of a hillock. Though small but pretty. There are many beautiful flowers surrounding with grasses in the front and many huge trees. Below the roots of the trees lies the wild glorious " Daphne" flowers. From the spaces between the trees , we can see the breezy and sparkling water of river "Dihing"( a river of Assam)and the pretty sailing boats that floats on the heart of this beloved river.

The sun is about to set. I am sitting between the garden flowers , my eyes are covered with a handkerchief. Butterfly herself tied the handkerchief with her two little hands. Butterfly is my four years old daughter. She is playing with me. Like an white butterfly, she is looking gorgeous in her cotton-like white frock and golden bangles on her hand. The flower petals stuck on her messy hair are too white. As my eyes are closed that's why may be i can see the real her.

Sometimes in between the flower gaps she comes towards me and asked loudly , " Where am I ?" Wanted to touch a nearby flower softly and said, "here ,between my arms". "Wrong......" Laughing eagerly and fly far away. And again come towards me and asked , " Where am I?" I replied, " here , between my heart."

Maya is sitting on the stairs of the garden. The nearby flowers on the pots are dancing due to blow of air as if they are playing the same game as me and my butterfly with Maya's pallu( the loose end of a saree). She is busy in knitting. Two- three hairs in the front of her bun hair are shaking as those blue curtains. Sometimes she upped her head to see whether we are there or not and with no worries she again starts knitting.

In between the game, butterfly sometimes remind her mother that though after getting me , she is not forgetting her mother. When we see towards Maya , we get to see her smiling , the same everydays beautiful smile .

Saying butterfly to sit , am going to sit beside Maya. I sit beside her: " Maya, when i see this smile on your face , how i feel u know?"

"How.......?"

"l feel like , there's no any sadness , dissatisfaction in your life, as if you are satisfied in all ways .

Maya smiled. I hold her hand .

Suddenly Maya's hand is shaking between my hands. I am realising am too shaking, the stairs too are shaking, whole house is shaking. But why? Earthquake-----surely earthquake ! Whole earth is trembling due to earthquake. Maya's hand got seperated from my hand. Butterfly disappeared between the flowers. I screamed -----"Maya! Maya ......!"

"O'h hang your Maya." The trembling earth gave me a rude reply.

I opened my eyes. Between the false , there is only one truth i received------ am sleeping on a bed at the corner of a room. The two curtains on the window are true but not blue. Am not in a garden , instead am in an old house.

I don't want to see anymore ----- don't know, from heaven to hell or hell to heaven i arrived. I wept my eyes and saw my 4 bestfriends beside me. They are my childhood friends : Ajith , Pojir , Dilip and Phukan. Now between them, one is a professor, one poet, one doctor and Phukan is same as me , Admission councelor of a college. After college we all moved on different paths. After a long time we are meeting again.

Doctor looked around the room and squeeze his nose : "Disgraceful B.M ........!"

I laughed------"What disgraceful Doc. Me or my sleepiness or the beautiness of this room ? What?

"Everything.....now get up......!"

Before getting up , professor buddy asked funnily: " Hey! Whom were you shouting as Maya Maya ?"

With deepness i replied ------- "Er......... no one professor!" blah blah blah............

"Shut up. Get up."

Helping me to getting up he said: " All are ready." We will start our voyage early morning tomorrow. Have you got your holiday ? "

" Yes. But not for excursion on the water of river " Dihing". Borababu gave me these holidays to rest and sleep.

" Hang your Borababu! Why we want to know about your old ostrich? We are meeting again after so long years not for sleeping idiot . You are damn stupid !"

"Sure, Otherwise how can i be your friend?....... anyways tell us about the stuffs to pack.

"Everything. A big boat , sailor, a tent with net window, gun, first - aid , camera, film, torch, clothes and food all are ready. Above all "pro" i mean professor's guitar, doctor's ukulele, poet's flute, my dance and your song..... "

"Best best , continue, continue, and tiger's roar , elephant's shout, bear's smiling .......

" What do you want ? what else do you want ?

" Many. There is nothing in your packings, no romance , no poems. Listen, if you want me to leave this bed then i want a small boat , a sail as white as an whooping crane, baskets of various fruits, a bouquet of different flowers and the time should be a soft sunshine and peace , deep , endless noon.

"Ok as you wish my father !" but don't scream Maya Maya anymore hahaha."

"Now packed my stuff professor. I will trial the boat at night . But right now , I'll go to order tea for us."

By shouting the servent i came outside the room..............

TO BE CONTINUED

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