It was absurd, the way my dream has changed over the ages. Last night, you were just standing there, in a quiet little corner, smiling to yourself. I seemed busy in a blur of activity---the random humdrum of an otherwise monotonous day. It didn't seem like I did not notice you standing there watching me. But somehow, even in that dream, I was not giving that fact much importance. You didn't say anything. I was speaking to everyone else but you. A loose strand of hair carelessly tucked behind my ear, I was scribbling something furiously on the notepad in hand. I seemed like someone enjoying a lot of responsibility. It seemed you were enjoying it too, watching me like that. But we did not speak, not to each other.
I cannot recall the details but the waking point was the one that surprised me most. There was a merger---a dream plus reality mix...a surreal time travel of sorts, from a reminiscent past to a hypothetical future.
We were suddenly holding hands...in another frame...another scene rolling out miles away as if in another time and space.
"Its a small world," you were saying..."We will meet again..."
"Don't be so sure...We might go the rest of our lives pretending the other does not exist."
Then the scene changed, there you were again, standing in one corner of the busy room, smiling softly at me...me who was trying hard to ignore your presence now.
You were still smiling...and as our eyes met, I let out an exasperated sigh.
"So, we meet again," I said and smiled.
"When did we ever part? We were only pretending we did," was your tongue in cheek reply.
..and then I woke up, trying to decipher which half of the merger was more real, the past that happened (and got left behind), or the future that never will...
Last night, after almost an eternity, I dreamt of you again.