Somewhere in the early
hours of dawn, I had the same dream again.
I was in the desert. I remembered the place.
It was in Jaisalmer, with an abundance of sand dunes and camels. I’d been there
three years ago, the last family vacation we had taken. Even in the dream, I
felt hot, as if the sand was radiating heat.
Initially, I was alone.
I kept gliding forward, just reveling in the expanse of golden sand and clear
blue sky. But then, I saw my parents. They were searching for something. They
were yelling, their faces were worried. I stopped, unable to walk forward.
Then, some inexplicable force, made me take two steps backwards. The more I
tried to fight it, the more I kept walking backwards. But my parents didn’t
look at me. They just kept going in round circles, shouting….someones’s name,
maybe?
Finally, I brought
myself to a stop with a jerk.
“Kartik!” I finally
heard the name clearly. I turned on my heels.
Standing right in front
of me was Kartik. He looked just like he did when he went missing- more
handsome than I was beautiful, fair-skinned with smooth hair and rimless
glasses. Before I could say anything, he put his hand on my mouth in a way that
frightened me. He then put his finger on his lips and smiled maliciously. When
h let go of me, I turned around to find my parents. They were still circling me,
looking for Kartik.
“He’s here!” I said to
them, but they couldn’t hear me. And when I turned around to face Kartik again,
he had vanished.
I woke up, my palms
sweating. I had seen the same things in the dream so many times, but had never
gotten to know what happened after Kartik disappeared. Usually, I just woke up
before I could see any more.
I looked at the clock
mounted on my bedroom wall. It was six. I took a moment to steady myself and
then forced myself off the bed. Today would be my first day of college.
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