The car was in the traffic as usual. It was 3:30pm in the clock and was regular Monday morning, I was in the uber heading the way towards home from airport. My uber driver looks very much tired I just can’t stop my curiosity to ask him that why is he so tired?? “sir, I was driving for 18 hours that’s why I am tired “he said with a smile “I can take another one there it would be no problem “I said to him try to reduce his burden. “no sir it is not a big deal I can drive, moreover it my way to home” said and smiled again. By this time the car start moving out of the traffic. I rested my head against the window and gaze the cable of the bridge and the clouds.
It was such a tiring business trip, but personally saying the Bengaluru was amazing place to travel. Although I didn’t get enough of time to travel but it the hasty travel experience was astonishing. The people out there was so helpful. I was lost in the verse of the Bengaluru’s beauty. Suddenly the cab hit the hole on the road and my head was banged. Now, I was out of the dream and I was near my home.
The cab turned the final right and my home was there. I pay the cab and headed towards with the heavy suitcase. I entered the lift and press four. Everything was seeming perfect but then I saw that my house door is opened. “what the hell is that “I said to myself shockingly I went inside, everything was fucked up I even don’t know how to react. Everything was messed up. But my eyes was suspicious about one thing ‘the table’ because it was clear everything was just in place, but there was a card on the table scribbled “ Z , ahh finally you are home “.
I call the security guard and scold him what is this ??, he was also stunned as I was, so I called the police. When I was dialling something fall from above, I was in the consciousness, after few seconds I woke up it was alarm clock that hit me. I found my self in the bed wearing my night-suit, I checked the time it was 9:00am. How this is possible I was inside my flat and now I am in once again in bengaluru’s hotel. Ohh shit! Now I am getting late for my 10’o clock flight I just wrapped my stuff and run towards airport. “How can be it would be so much real” thinking this while travelling. I reached once again in the Indra Gandhi airport I booked a uber and the same car was there the bright cab which I saw in my dream. I get inside with curiosity hoping for the same driver but there was a different driver. I surpass my dream and get inside the cab. By the time I reached home I forget everything about the dream. It was all in chronological order entering the building, pressing four on the lift and unlocking the door. I kept everything as usual, finished my supper and went for sleep. I was too much tired that I skipped my dinner. By now I forget everything about that dream. Next morning, I was leaving for my office but there was something unfamiliar in the table. There was a card “Z, ahh you finally you are at home “was scribbled same as the dream. I was in the total confusion and the same question was hitting me hard “how a dream can be so much real”. Leaving me with numerous questions.
