22 days to the end. Waking up to some faint sound coming outside, I rubbed my eyes and pricked my ears to get a better grasp of what it was. It was the birds greeting the sunrise. Feeling grateful to the birds, I didn’t have to suffer any longer in my sorrowful dream.
How ruthless could it be? One has to be trapped in dreams filled with infinite shadow even before the last moment arrives.
In my pyjamas, I got up slowly and walked to the terrace. Enveloped by the dawn, I tried to pay attention to every single sound in my surrounding.
There was the wheat grooving to the breeze; rhythmic dribbling of collected raindrops from last night’s shower; melody from the birds which I could not recognize; vibrant barking of the neighbour’s dog; and there was the resonating of snoring from my father’s room…a sense of warmth seeped through my veins…
All the nostalgic sounds that I used to let them pass through my ears without keeping a significant spot for them in my heart… If I try harder to contain the sounds within me, would they be played to me again in the other world…?