Friday, August 29, 2008

"Two Heads on a Pillow"





"Two heads on a pillow”

“Two heads on a pillow” caught the attention of a wanderer in a city that never sleeps… a city where so many dreams of varied shape, size n’ color breathe n’ fight to survive that enormous cloud of “reality”… some dreams die young… fighting… some give up, some continue with the fight n’ carry on… with a smile… with a hope… the one thing that keeps us all in the game… the game-o-life… n’ there are times when we don’t even know what exactly we are hoping for… we just hope… for a better tomorrow… for a better life… for everything better… n’ carry on…
One fine day while I was walking on the beach of life, I noticed a couple sitting at the sea shore with an umbrella, holding one dream in their hands… silently… I stopped n’ started watching ‘em from a distance… they looked lost n’ they continued with their silence for a long time… n’ I just watched ‘em from a distance… silently… they were looking at the sea continuously… ‘n in between towards that shining l’le dream in their hands…

Suddenly a strong wind took away that dream from their grip… into the sea below that enormous cloud… the wind was strong n’ harsh but still not that strong n’ so I wondered if they lost the grip intentionally… I felt as if they themselves gave the strength to the wind which took away their dream… they didn’t move for some time, looking at their dream struggling in the vast sea… trying to breathe… to survive… they were watching it all from the sea shore… in silence…

And then they got up n’ screamed n’ ran towards the sea… dived into the water together… fought hard with the waves… I noticed they didn’t know how to swim n’ so they struggled a lot… somehow they managed to reach their dream ‘n’ later on the shore… after the struggle… you don’t really have to know how to swim to swim… you just need to know that you can n’ you will… n’ so it happened… they managed to reach the shore… they looked exhausted… but one look at that dream n’ those waves of doubt n’ fear disappeared n’ they regained their strength… they returned to that very place they were sitting earlier… with that umbrella n’ that shining smiling dream in their hands…

The waves resurfaced after some time… they sat there for some more time… that happened a no of times n’ every time somehow they managed to rescue that dream from the waves… soon afterwards they walked away… together…

I sat there looking at the sea n’ I noticed a number of such dreams floating in the sea… struggling… fighting… n’ I noticed a number of such umbrellas at the sea shore… I smiled thinking about the sea, the waves, that enormous cloud n’ those shining floating dreams in the sea…

I smiled n’ continued with the journey… with an umbrella n’ a dream…
The waves followed…

And while I continued with my journey, in one place, below one roof in the city of dreams, two heads on a pillow were thinking about it all… with a smile n’ a hope… and there in one corner of that room, something was breathing n’ shining in silence… it was the same dream that survived the waves of doubts n’ fear n’ that enormous cloud of “reality”… that very night… it also survived those “two heads on a pillow”…
And in the other corner, something else was trying hard to breathe n’ survive with a thick layer of dirt on it…
It was “Faith”!