Lost In The Middle Of A Dream(Part-1)

It is 4th of July, 2016. I am on my way home for Eid celebration. Like every other normal person I am all pumped up for that 'guest' like salutation you receive when you get back home. That for me is something people not living away from home miss. After completing my higher secondary school I always wanted to move away from my home though I never wanted to get away from my mother and sister but as we all know these relatives play a huge role in deciding our future eventually. Though I have lived most part of life with my maternal grandparents, I do not find myself in a place where I can say that the place was affectionate enough. I had more of hard days than the days worthy of being remembered. To be more precise I only consider my mother, father and sister as the people I can rely upon. They are the ones who never left me in my tough days, instead helping me overcome it. My father is someone who has never scolded me when I failed in my life but was the one to praise when I succeeded. I love him the most for the person he is and the all the life lessons he has taught me. He never lost faith in me and will be one of the strongest reason if I become a 'successful human being', that is what he has always taught me. It is important to become a human being than to become a successful person in life. For him, making money doesn't make you a successful person and I truly believe in this concept of his. I have always find him an able father. In short he truly justifies the relation between a child and his father.

By the time I completed the above paragraph, I reached New Delhi and then got involved with my family for all these days so much that I could not write further. Right now I am again on the train heading to Pune via Mumbai. There is a certain type of attachment with trains, which I find every time I board a train. Something pushes me hard to do good in life and fortunately I got the idea of writing the story on train as well. Thank you Indian Railways for bringing a narrator out of me. Getting back to my story, I just want to jump to what the title of book suggests.

It was the month of March, which embarks the beginning of summer season. I woke up for my school and I was all ready within half an hour. During this phase most of the ICSE schools have their holiday after the final examination but that was not the case with me because I was heading for my 10th standard so I had to attend all those extra classes, obviously unwillingly. Those days were pretty harsh for me because I was expecting a holiday of at least a month but as it is said, whatever happens, happens for good. I used to get back home by afternoon, take my lunch, take a small nap and then straightaway head to the small ground we had in our colony. I still remember those days when all I asked my parents as my birthday gift was a good cricket bat and dozens of tennis and plastic balls. So, I, along with my friends, with all those gully cricket rules used to play the game India has always been crazy about, yes it is Cricket. By the time of sunset I used to get home back. This used to be my routine during that phase.

One evening, while I was playing, I saw one of my schoolmate passing by. Neither did he see me nor did I wave my hand shouting his name as we boys often do. The next day the same thing happened and this time I went up to him and had a little chit-chat. He used to live almost a mile away from my home and I was quite surprised seeing him every day. I didn't indulge myself much thinking about that. However, I didn't see more of him for next few days. But, soon after two-three days he was there again passing by. I waved my hand asking him to stop for a while as I was busy playing. As soon as I finished with my cricket, I went and started chatting with him; and the conversation was like:

Me: "How are you brother?"

He: "I am good. You say."

Me: "Even I am going good. So, what makes you come here??"

He: "There is nothing such. I am just on a troll... (while smiling)"

Me: "It seems you don't want to tell me."

He: "No brother, it is nothing like that. Catch you later, bye."

Me: "OK, bye."

After this, I went back to my home. By the time, I realized that there is something fishy about this.