i had the strangest dream yesterday. i lived in a house that shared a wall with afghanistan! so every day i stood by the window, to see trees in my backyard but dry arid land beyond the wall. and in the distance, there they were, the americans and the british - gun totting and stopping every afghan in a kurta and a turban. i also saw a magnificent, palatial house in ivory in the distance. it was surrounded by armed guards, who let in very few people beyond its gates. that was supposedly the president's house.
i woke up with a start, and immediately willed myself to go back to sleep and dream again. i wanted to see more of this country. even it were just from a distance, from a window. it's mysterious how dreams work, but as i slumbered on, i dreamt the same dream again.
this time, i heard shouts, laughter, cries, conversations and a game of cricket between the locals and the western guards. and there i sat, watching all this, in my precious seat by my window. in another country, but still in the same world.
i wished i'd had a paintbrush, a pallete and a canvas sheet for every dream i saw. to etch that dream into colours and store it away for memory sake. the good, the bad and the weird...they all need to be peeked back at. oh but wait, isn't this blog my canvas sheet?
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