5. Dreams

"Nysa and Meera go and sleep now, you have school tomorrow", Mom said.

While sleeping I started thinking about all the things that happened today. Aryan knows my name, he said I look gorgeous, and he likes my writing work. O God if it is a dream I do not want to wake up at all, thinking that I pinched myself.

Ouch!!! It's real, It's not a dream. Oh, my God, this was my best birthday. Thank you, Krishna Ji, Thank you so so so much Krishna Ji.

"I know maybe this conversation does not mean anything to him but for me it means a lot. Now, as I know that he knows my name already, I am grateful to Krishna Ji. I do not want anything else". I said and started yawning and closed my eyes.

"Sweet dreams Nysa", I said to my little chipmunk.

"Sweet dreams didi", She said.

I was at home alone and then suddenly the telephone rang. I attended the call and asked " Who is speaking? This is Mehendiratta's resident" Then I was waiting for an answer and suddenly a deep but calm and soothing voice came from the other side saying, "It is me, Aryan, Aryan Mehra", I was surprised but waited for him to say more, and then he asked "Am I talking to Meera?", to this I said "yes" without wasting any second. He continued "Meera I have something to tell you, I hope the phone is not on speaker" to which I said very impatiently "No". " I was trying to say this for so long but could not accumulate the courage to do so, actually I...", and suddenly his voice changed into a woman's voice saying "I want you to wake up for school Meera". And here I got a splash of water on my face. It was Mom, waking me up and It was just a dream.

I was so angry at her, "Mom, I had a very nice dream, you did not let that complete". She just ignored me by saying "It's your daily tantrums of sleeping more, I know everything, now go and get ready". "Huh !! I have no respect in front of her" and came out of bed.

"I was getting ready for school while wearing the uniform. I saw my face in the mirror, the nose was still red but not bleeding, it reminded me of him", I said with a shy smile on my face and continued getting ready.

On the way to school,

I was still overthinking about him, "Will he ask me about my nose" or "Am I okay now", Asshh, "How do I stop this brain from overthinking", said this while shaking off all these thoughts out of my head.

In School,

School went very normally just like any other day, nothing great happened as I thought.

Huh !! It's all because of me, I assumed a bit too much. He helped me because of humanity and also because we are classmates. I should have not assumed stuff on my own. It only makes you more sad when they do not become true.

I went to the Library to write the column and also to ease my heart. I started writing,

One- Sided Love

What do you think of someone who loves you unconditionally?

I wrote a poem for my beloved one-sided love.

Khwab

Khwab me tum aate ho

Or

Mere khwabon ko sawar jaate ho

Pata nahi kaise par,

Par,

Mere muskurane ki vajah ban jate ho

Nahi jaante ki kab, kaise or kidhar

Itna chahne lage hum tumko

Ki Jo pal tumhare bina ho

Vo pal paraya sa lagta hai

Ab to bas intezaar ki ek anginaat si raat hai

Intezaar hai

Izhaar-e-Mohabbat ka

Or agar vo na kar sako to

Kamas kam

Izhaar-e-pasandidagi hi karde

Ye Radha toh usi me khush ho jaaye.

By Melody

In Dreams

You come in my dreams

And make them beautiful

I do not know when but,

But,

You became the reason for my smile

Can't remember when, where and How

I started loving you so unconditionally

So much that the time I don't see you

That time feels like a stranger to me

Now, It is an infinite night of waiting

Waiting,

When you express your love for me

And if you cannot do this

At least

Express your liking

This Radha will be satisfied only with that.

By Melody

This poem is enough to explain the condition of the heart of a one-sided lover.

I will meet you again with new thinking and a new dream. You can answer the question asked at the start of your creative lines and email me at williams***@gmail.com

I would love to read your thoughts and ideologies on this.

I ended the column, submitted it to Ms. Issac and went to class. It is going to be published tomorrow. I wrote this because of two reasons. Firstly, because I know he is going to read it and secondly, because I express more by writing and I think that many must have at least once experienced it.