I had a dream. A dream so vivid that perhaps it reflected what my most innate desire was. A dream that left me grasping for it as it slowly faded away along with sleep.

And my dream was this.

It was raining. The kind of rain that settles into a sort of dreamy rhythm, the kind that doesn’t bring about drama sans thunder and lightning. The weather was cool, the sky a pale greyish blue. Not the kinda blue that has alot of grey in it, but a colour that indicated just a hint of shyness. The clouds were awfully low, not threateningly close, but close enough for you to feel their presence.

The pitter patter of the rain against the sheltered bus stop made no effort in quieting down. I remembered the scene as i was the only one standing in it, flanked by shrubs and trees on either side. The rustling of the bushes combined with the soft lazy swoosh of the wind as it caressed my ear made everything seemed so surreal. I felt alone yet i knew i would not be harmed as the world felt peaceful and calm.

This carried on for quite awhile, as i kinda sat on one of those old wooden benches, the kind with paint flakes and peeled wood shavings. Amazingly enough, i did not had a single electronic device on me, thus i occupied my restless mind by observing the rainwater as it flowed and trickled through the soaked brown and orange leaves that nestled alongside the road. Twiddling my thumbs, i squeezed my arms nearer to my sides as by now the wind had decided to run amok, creating little gust of icy breaths that penetrated whatever i was wearing. ( Oddly enough, i didn’t remember what i was dressed in, but yeah, i was NOT naked. )

At this point in time, i spied a little yellow dot ambling up the road. This yellow dot soon grew into a recognizable form, a bus that i guess was a London bus. You know, those bright cheery yellow buses that screamed SUNFLOWER and can only be found in the UK or US or whichever. As the bus pulled alongside the bus stop, i felt kinda relieved as the weather had not let up and i was not intent on staying in that tiny bus stop for all eternity. Without even discerning where this bus would take me, or why was i even in such a place, i boarded the bus. ( In dreams, all of us are emboldened, cause ignorance is bliss and bliss makes us do silly things i guess :) )

The first thing that hit me was that the bus was pleasantly still. Not totally still, as i could still feel the purring of the engine beneath me, but still as in i could no longer feel the wind upon my skin. It was also way warmer in the bus, toasty warm, the warmth felt by being under a pile of woolen blankets. As i took my place at the back of the bus, i noticed that the bus was two thirds filled. There were people munching on food, old people reading newspapers, mothers with their groceries and little babies slurping on milk bottles. As my eyes travelled across the width of the bus, i made eye contact with the most beautiful pair of eyes i had ever seen. This particular pair of eyes was a warm hazel brown, like honey flowing from a comb. A luscious delicious tone of caramel. And they belonged to a girl that looked really fresh. By fresh, i mean she had a face that was all too delightful to gaze upon, and she had almost no cosmetics on. Her almond shaped eyes blinked once, as realisation dawned upon me that perhaps i was portraying myself as a retard with my mouth all agape and such. This immediately send my brain into a feverish desperate phase of trying to appear NOT foolish aka damage control. With this influx of neutrons scurrying up and now by nervous system, came about an immediate rush of blood into my face, also known as a blush. At this point in time, i felt really really embarrassed, like embarrassed embarrass. :s

Trying to mask this ill timed “social-fail” moment, i became suddenly engrossed by the intricate graffiti that etched across the plastic panelling of the seat infront of me. Nevertheless, i kinda felt pretty awesome that she had not avoid my gaze at all, a small spark of bliss that threatened to burst into flames at any given moment. Tracing the graffiti from start to finish, i could not help but feel an intense desire to look upon her face once more, or at least get her profile or something engraved into my memory. Inhaling a slightly deeper breath, i raised my head in her direction.

O boy, she was wayyyy tooo gorgeous. Perhaps it was the way she had her hair strands tucked behind one ear, or that she was sucking on one end of her spectacles, or that her fingers was continuously tapping against her thighs. Either way, She was gobsmackingly cute and in all fairness probably an angel :) As my mind drifted into contemplation of the many what ifs, i noticed her eyes had once again settled into my gaze and that i was again looking like a dumb&^%$#. This time however, i felt that what the hell, i’m not going to back down anymore. To hell with embarrassment.

The moment we shared seemed like an eternity. Her eyes upon mine, mine upon hers. It was as though those pupils were the only thing i could remember having seen since the day i could see and that everything else paled in comparison when placed under her gaze. The colours faded, the bus grew silent, the world in monochromatic colour save for that beautiful pair of eyes. All the colour, music, taste, sound, emotions contained within two orbs of the purest hazel you have ever seen. When i looked into her eyes i felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity, of nostalgia, of serenity that only heaven could offer. Her eyes became a pool of memories, a well of recollections that echoed one singular hope that maybe, just maybe she had always been with me, somehow or rather, without me ever realising it. As my mind became cognizant of who she might be, a smile descended upon her lips, gracing her face with elegance undeniable. 

That subtle movement of her lips along with a noticeable twinkle in her eyes send my heart on an express flight to Upendi. It was at this point in time that i knew that she and i both knew that we both had chanced upon our soulmates and that there wasn’t a single entity in the whole world that could severed this intimate connection we had created within such a short span of time. 

And as this rush of emotions and sparkly rainbow glitter rained down upon me, an all too familiar noise shook the bus, shattering my surroundings into fragmented shards of images that cascaded all around me. 

It was then that i felt light streaming through the sleep-caked rims of my eyelids and knew that reality was about to hit me like a freight train thundering along at breakneck pace. I swore, breathing a new double meaning into the expression “morning breath” .

And thus ends the dream i had.