DawnerA Screenplay by ayan chax Dream Sequence of a long lost memory!! MONOLOGUE ..I wished if I could go again into this dream to answer that
last question, she asked… ……I found myself sitting on a newly varnished wooden bench at
some unknown spot which seemed more like of a hilly tract with no one around
within the human visible range. It seemed more like a mid-November winter-afternoon feeling that
you get just after having a good lunch. This feeling is generally a weary one
where a sudden foreboding of wintery goosebumps triggers your senses partnered
with a constant dizziness in the surroundings. And with all these clustered around, my vision gradually started
distorting whilst I tried hard to discover the things around me, as to where I
exactly was, and why I was even there. Everything around seemed queerly dull, abstract and hazy which
somewhere reminded me more of the sets from a Bollywood Horror movie that
usually get shot during foggy winters. I tried pulling out my phone to find out what’s happening, what
time is it, but I could not navigate myself to the right apps as my vision was
semi-blur then. I could only hear my phone beeping out of charge warnings at
frequent intervals. And eventually the phone slipped out from the loose grip of
my fidgeting fingers in confusion and maze-panic. I was stranded there on that disconsolate area with no idea of
the why, where and how stuffs. My mind was boggling around like a jelly-plum
and asking me several questions at tandem, which had no fixed answers. Brain seemed to be hyper-creative and equally restless as it
switched from one thought to another at a speed which seemed more than the
speed at which I switch between my iOS apps. At one switch it took me to my childhood and let me re-live a
random scene there for some-time, where at the next switch it took me to scenes
which were completely unfamiliar, incongruently scary and hard to remember. This switching of ‘thought-scenes’ continued for quite some-time
then, where at one of the switches, it took a long pause and let me back to the
same scene where I found myself sitting on a newly varnished wooden bench at
some unknown spot which seemed more like of a hilly tract with no one around
within the human visible range.
23 October 2016 : Unknown Location :
Season:: Assumed Winters
It was an unplanned meet as both of us did not know, neither
expected to meet after such a long chasm. With abstract sounds from unidentifiable objects in the
afternoon atmosphere, ‘battery-low’ beeps from my phone that kept tantalizing
even then and a silently dark but unknown cacophony taking into the zeal of the
moment, she discovered me sitting on that bench and reluctantly waved her hands
towards me, whilst curling around her chiffonier hair strands beside her ears. For a moment, I could not recognize her as I was still in a maze
mode, with blur vision confusing me more. But eventually with her entry in the
scene, my vision started clearing up all of a sudden where it seemed as if I
just woke up from sleep and cleared my “eye-rheum” around. She was now pix-elated and clearly visible from a distance. It
was a long time I saw her standing there with a calculated parabolic smile on
her face that did not persist for long though. She stopped waving her hands towards me and stood there quiet
for a moment and I kept staring at her with an unknown ‘what to do’ expression
and that is where the brain again switched to a flashback, as I started
reminiscing on thoughts of the by-gone days with her, as to how we looked in
the early years of our college days. To her it might have seemed more like of that mountain scene
from Namastey London where old Katrina meets Akshay and remembers how things
were and how things could have been, whereas, to me it seemed as if Google
Photos in my GPLus profile auto played all its thumbnails suddenly in a finger
snap. Well, we call them memories with different perspectives! With my constant glares on her, she eventually shied and swapped
eye contact from me. She wears a high powered optical glass now and seems to
have put on some weight as well. But she looks the exact same beautiful as earlier, she used to
be back in February some unknown years ago when we first met on that college
picnic bus. Yes, I can take myself back to February even today to describe how
I first met her. But, that is not important anymore, neither needed as well. She was still standing there adjusting buttons of her fade-brown
jacket uselessly, given that, her indecisive willingness to talk to me made the
moment more distant between both of us. Within these long years, much have not
changed except ‘the distance’ between the two of us, ‘the distance that is cast
at the edge of a mustard field. I could see her little plump feet wrapped in a pinkish-white
footwear fidgeting to decide whether, she should walk along towards me or
should just walk away against me. But, then eventually she started plodding towards me imprinting
miniature foot-logs and finally sat just next to me. Taking her hypothetical attention off her smart phone she
suddenly greeted me with a ‘hi’, asked me ‘how’s life, how are things and other
array of questions’ that eventually proceeded to a conversation. My heart
pounded with an unknown garble as she offered that same college-like smile to
me but this time it was not a calculated one. And all of a sudden, there sat the person I knew long ago, in
the garb of a fragile seriousness. For the entire time then, she was looking at me with a curious
gaze whilst I answered her generics above. Maybe she finds me old now and was
trying to remember as to how I looked earlier. I also asked her the same generics as to ‘how she was, how her
life is then’, to which she did not give a wholesome reply, and bypassed all my
questions mostly with affirmative short replies. I was not surprised with her behavior at all, till the time, as
her nervousness implied her reluctance to talk to me further more. Maybe she feared of talking to me as to why out of the blue moon pick up memories once again, and that too
in a mere dream. But then soon, she gave up resistance of her unwilling
reluctance towards me and vanquished her silence of grief and pain throughout
the years as her bright shimmery eyes were then moist while trying to speak up
a thousand words to me in one go, where she narrowed herself towards me and
sloppily asked “Will you give me an
honest answer?” She did not wait for my affirmation and quickly stayed back from
me and asked again, ‘Did our days really
pass off, and are they really gone forever with this dream?’ I closed my eyes as my heart palpitated in unison with her, but
I could not answer her anything as she cried and kept on saying in whiskers “is everything finished on us, are our days
really gone?” EPILOGUE I went on a mute mode for quite some time then, thinking as to
why I saw that and what could be the consequence of that, but as the day
progressed I convinced myself and realized that it was just a sweet dream of
the dawn, yet so vivid, such that, after a hour long analysis of dream
interpretation websites from Google I found the following phrase that impressed
me to a positive:: “dreams provide a telepathic media which often help people to
decide on things, find answers to some sub-conscious unresolved queries of the
mind” And that is when I wished if I could go again into this dream to
answer that last question, she asked…J The dream scared me with its weird location and ambiance, but
in-spite of that I decided to write this entire thing down as it is probably
one of those dreams which I would love to cherish and remember but will
tangibly not like to live within and prosper. PS: This write up may take you on a confusing state. Well dreams
itself are confusing when you see them, isn’t it?
~LittleWriter
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