It was perhaps a hotel room. A desk and a
chair stood at a corner. A framed painting hung on the wall with a decorative
light. The adjoining wall was largely made of glass – one could see trees and
cars of various hues in the surrounding colony. Strangely for a hotel room, a cane
chair hung from the ceiling, allowing its occupant to swivel and enjoy a panoramic
view.
My friend’s wife sat in the chair.
A bed lay next to the opposite wall,
covered with a green sheet.
My friend’s wife sometimes looked outside,
sometimes towards the bed, with an amused expression. Her husband and I were
lying on the bed. The husband towards the wall, I towards her.
The husband and wife were very friendly. We
discussed how to grow and maintain plants. They certainly had an expertise in
the matter. I would have continued, but then I remembered that I had to go down
and meet someone for a few minutes.
When I came back, the husband had a plate
of food in his hand. He must have ordered food from the room service, I
thought.
His wife, still amused, offered the food. I
politely refused. Then it was the turn of the husband. By now an eerie feeling had
crept over me. I ignored their request.
“Take it,” both of them urged in unison.
“No, the time has not yet come,” I firmly declined.
They looked at me, amazed.
The dream ended. I realised that my friend
had died two months ago.
I looked at the calendar. Amavasya (no moon night) had begun.
संदेश
