A Dream.....

A trembling voice called me from behind. The voice was frail and bland. It was like any other sound which goes unnoticed, something which you don’t care for, like a rodent lying crushed at the corner of the road, like a flickering street light. But i found my neck swivelling in the direction of the voice. There was a woman, her skin was like a ripple on water, her teeth jagged, her dimpled cheeks: a grim reminder of her struggle, her clothes half-torn and dishevelled heaving an odour which was a mix of perspiration and fish oil, her perforated shawl revealing more than it covered. Her face resembling a quintessential widow of a blockbuster. Her eyes were cold and white. They were like stones lying on the beach : forlorn, plain and pure. Her tousled hair undulated intermittently like a hoisted flag.
“ Ji? “ the only word i could force out .
“ Yass beta tu mujhse milne nahi aaya” she snapped. The reply was stark and smooth, shorn of pretence and effort. The words hung before me like a white haze in the night sky.
She was clearly possessed.
The words were reminiscent of someone.......someone who has moulded my life..........someone who held my hands firmly and showed me the right path........someone who prayed for me day and night........

But why was he complaining ?
Where was i supposed to be ?
Why was i not there ?

Perhaps I am too afraid to think of the answers.