Sunday, December 23, 2007

My mom and the dream

And the night sky stared at me in the face, as I stood on the edge of the terrace parapet. Blustering night winds blew my hair back (they seemed strangely longer and a lot wavier now) and I struggled to balance myself. The grisly green snake with the head of a child continued to talk to me in its squeaky voice. "Give me the ring" it hissed. "No!!!"I heard myself shout over the noises of the brewing storm. It slithered closer, and a cold sweat broke out all over me. I gripped the ring tighter. It was almost touching my toes now, and a great big tongue of lightning flashed across the skies. The snake opened it's fangs and hissed. In the eerie white lightning, I saw the ring wedged firmly between its fangs. "What the...I had the ring...I had it...give it back to me...it's my good luck charm.." I bent down to grab the snake by the throat and rattle the life out of it, when thunder broke out and a furious gust of wind blew me off balance. I fell off the parapet. The snake (back with the head of a child again) thrust it's head over the parapet and laughed at me. Weird childish eyes and infant teeth. I shivered in dread as I fell. And fell. And fell.


And woke up in a cold sweat. A dream.I realized I was wet with sweat. Shrugging off the thick blanket, (whatever happened to the winter cold, God himself knows)I jabbed at the talking clock byt the bedstand. "The time is 2.23 a.m. Have a nice day" the metallic voice crooned in a sing song tone. Like it cared about my day. I clutched my face in my hands. The green snake kept coming back to mind. Ugh. What a nightmare. I tossed and turned in bed for a few minutes and realized I couldn't sleep alone in the hall anymore.

I tiptoed over to my parents' bedroom. They were sound asleep on their newly furnished bed. The room, at that stressed out moment, appeared to me the picture of protective calm and serenity. Only my dad's snores punctuated the tranquility, but that too was something my mom had grown immune to over the years. I suddenly felt the need to sleep with them. "Ma, please can I squeeze in?"

She looked startled for a moment. "Of course Bharat", she said and moved to make room. I lay down on the edge of the bed beside mom. She moved further in. My dad mumbled something about my mom being too fat for the bed these days. "Shut up, Bharat has come here". My dad snored in reply. Mom shrugged and closed her eyes. I shut my eyes and realized no green snake could harm me now. She put an arm around my shoulders. I snuggled in further. "Bad dream?" She asked, eyes still closed, and a half smile playing on her lips. "Yes...I was on the terrace and a green snake with a child's "..."Hssshhh...just sleep now. We'll talk about this in the morning." I nodded and stopped my frantic narration. The scent of my mom's hair wafted in my nostrils. I felt at peace with the world. I planted my mom a light kiss on the nose. She wriggled a bit. I snickered and closed my eyes again.

And she drifted off to sleep. Taking her son with her. Away from snakes and other sordid beings. So what if I'm 20 years old now. I guess you can never be too old for running to mom after a bad dream.

5 comments:

Moo said...

It's such a delicious feeling to be sleeping in your mum's arms after a bad dream, during a fever, a bad stomach ache, and anything that requires a warm hug. Only a mum can provide that. :)

Very lovely post. :)

rucha said...

very true..nothing in the world can ever match the comfort n security you feel in your mom's arms..i simply love the way you manage to trap the essence of such moments and the emotional impact that they leave behind so well..

Harlaksh said...

You, as a writer, seem so true to yourself.
Feels great reading your blog.
It's the first time I'm reading it, and you are rest-assured a fan here. For as long as you write such wonderful pieces of writing that is.. :P
Inspiration for me.Nothing more. :D

Regards,
Harlaksh.

yugandhar said...

very honestly written.......i ahve never actually experienced this since i have never slept with my parents as far as i can remember......even after a bad dream, my arsenal wall posters are the onles that calm me down...but anyways ...damn cool post..

SHAMAL MAHADIK said...

well amazing writing..it wasnt less than a small cartoon movie...it would perfectly fit in the doordarshan children serials which i cherished as a kid...
well.. i have a much larger experience of this...good work..keep writing in..