The Best Dream
Endless happy ending
Dreams- The world-famous scientists are still striving to find an answer for where it comes from and how to record the dreams. I’m not an oneirologist rather I’m just a normal human being who takes notes at once I woke up.
So this dream, I'm going to depict is one of the best dreams I ever had and still remember. I don't know whether the target reader sneaks into this read. But I hope one day she will get time to read this.
Disclaimer: The starting and the endings are always not rememberable in the dream. So I’m making up that with my own thoughts.
It all started with a spark from her eyes which I’m living my life for. The happy days and happy nights. I’m driving the car which is a black one — through the woods, an empty darker road all along. The drive seems long and she is tired of sitting in her seat for minutes. So she placed her leg and her humble feet on my laps, watching the dark roads listening and humming to the song, “ Nee paartha vizhigal, Nee paartha Nodigal” which was playing from the Car’s music setup. I hold the steering wheel in one hand and her feet hugged with my other hand — feeling the vibes and listening to the song. I haven’t noticed her very clearly as the dream starts from the middle of somewhere.
Suddenly she withdraws her legs from me with utmost pressure. Her feet slipped from my hands which were hugged by my hands like a Mother’s hug — more love and care. My hands are feeling numb on this sudden act. Taking off the focus from the road and shifting it towards her. She holds her abdomen pushing hard and didn’t utter a word. I’m noticing it for the first time in the drive. She is pregnant and this is the time for her pregnancy. The pressure on the accelerator got double and now the car is literally flying on the roads like the military copter in the rescue mission.
It had been 6–7 years before we choose the name for the baby. We chose it before our marriage which is quite a challenging one. But however, we stayed together and won the challenge. And the sacred yellow thread a.k.a thaali in the local language — I almost dead N’ number of times and reborn multiple times to make those three knots on her neck.
But now she is screaming and the tears are flowing like water from the stream. As ours is a love story and I love her with my whole life — so I hate those tears from her eyes and that feels like that’s not her tears, that’s my blood which is spilling. Yes from my perspective, it is okay to lose my blood rather than letting the tears from her eyes. Finally, there’s a signboard “24 hours medical assistance 2 km away” She’s holding my shoulder harder and saying “I can’t, it is painful. Please drive faster”. And the rescue mission got converted into Nasa’s space mission. The speedometer shows the speed 202Km/hr.
At last, the 2kms has arrived in a couple of minutes. I don’t feel good at shouting for the stretcher and waste some more minutes waiting for someone to take the stretcher out. So I lifted her on my own and run towards the Labor ward shouting, “Help.! Urgent.. Doctor.. Doctor.” All the people around looking at me like the idiot that it's just the pregnancy and I don’t need to react this much. She is going to give birth to my second child. For me she is my second mother, she is my first child and my last and everlasting love. However my shouting and screaming sound fall on the ears of the nurse and doctors. So they picked her up on the stretcher. She was holding my hand tightly and saying “Don’t leave. Come along mama.” I feel the same pain as her and didn’t want to leave her alone. But what should I do the hospital authorities didn’t allow me inside. So they locked me outside and after some time a nurse came out and directed me to pay the hospital bill without wasting time. Then only they are able to help her. I run towards the counter like the cheetah and paying the bill of Rs.50000/- from my credit card. When I ran back towards the ward, I didn’t hear her screaming sound. It was all silence and that silence makes me cry thinking in a negative way. And at last, the ward’s room got opened and I’m seeing the nurse came towards me with a baby in her hands. But I ran towards her without even saw the face of the baby. I ran towards my baby which she lay tired and the tears have flown on her cheek. I gently wiped out the tears from her face and holder her hands. I murmured in her ears, “Everything is okay darling. I’m always with you.”
The doctor looked at me like crazy and surely she thought I’m the perfect Idiot and this is not parental behavior. My girl also knew I am the perfect 100% lovely husband of her but not a good loveable parent. I knew this, my love, her won’t fade away or get shared even by my own child. I didn’t even know whether it’s a boy or girl. The nurse looked at me crazily and saying, “Your wife is perfectly alright. This is your baby man. At least receive him in your hands. You did not even saw his face. She gently hands over the baby to me. He exactly looked like my girl. The face, the eyes, the fingers. She just took a copy of her like the Xerox Machine. I whispered in his ears with the name that we decided years ago — AATHVIK means Unique. But trust me he is not unique, he is just a copy of my angel.
He holds my finger with all of his hands like his mom.
I didn’t remember how the dream ends but I remember little things like, ‘I called my dad and said You are now officially Grandfather. And to her father that the next generation is born. And she is really starving, and I cooked her favorite Maggie noodles using the camping stove which is always with us during the trip with carrot, peas, and egg. And after she finished she sipped some water and said, “Arun, Seriyana Idiot da nee..” and asked me to come near. I received my favorite forehead kiss.
I don’t know whether it is a Lucid dream or an epic dream. But even in the dreams, I won’t let you girl. Whatever you are my girl.
