There is a young boy who stands at the corner of my street. He watches me, every time I pass by the corner. I know he is looking at me, I can clearly feel that. But I do not know who he is. And he just stands there. I think he wants to ask me something. I don’t know what.
One evening, my friend came home, passing by the same corner. He started up with his deep analysis of the afternoons cricket match. I had to interrupt him. I usually don’t, but this time I had to. I asked him if he noticed the boy at the street corner.
He asked me – “Who?”
I said “The same boy who always stands at the street corner”.
He laughed out loud and he said “I have seen no one. Not this time, neither the million other times that I came to your house. You must be dreaming, the dreamer that you are. Another one of your impractical dreams”
Offended though I was, I was in no mood to retaliate. I instead asked him “Have you no dream of your own, of what you desire to be”.
He said “I am a practical person. Further, my parents have planned it all. I am just going to follow my brothers’ footsteps”.
Well, that’s him and this is me.
May be the boy wants to sell me something. And that explains him looking up at me all the time. But there was a strange thing about him, his face always used to reflect my mood. May be it’s one of his trick, maybe not. Why could my friend not see him? He was definitely not a ghost; there was nothing creepy in his presence.
And the questions never stopped surfacing and did not let me sleep. Next morning I woke up late and I decided to speak to this boy. He was there, at the corner, as usual. And I walked up to him. And did not know what to say, so I just stood there, staring at him.
The boy smiled at me and asked “Do you care for a dream?”
This reminded me of a story my grandmother told me. Well, it’s about a boy who used to stand at the street corner. He would sell colorful balloons. Kids and adults alike were attracted to his balloons. He was called the ‘dream-seller’.
I asked him – “Are you a dream-seller?”
He replied – “Dream seller, hope, spirit or life – call me whatever you want to. “
I asked – “Where are the balloons, then?”
He replied – “I will get them for you, if you want me to. But is that what you dream of?”
I asked – “Why could not my friend see you?”
He replied – “Well, your friend does not even dream of balloons. But don’t worry you are not the only person who can see me. There are others like you too.”
I asked – “Are you a real person or have I lost my senses. Am I supposed to be scarred of you?”
He replied – “Well I am just a reflection. I am the true ‘you’. There are others who know me and who see me every day. But, when the going gets tough, they give up on me. They ignore me, ignore their dream and ignore themselves. I first turn faceless for them, and my very sight starts to scare them. So they don’t lift up their head to see me, ever in their lives again. And gradually they lose themselves and their reflection in the crowd. I am the one who sits next to them on their death bed and dies with them. ”
I asked – “So are you just my imagination?”
And then he said – “When did a man achieve anything without imagination?”
Tell me, do you care for a dream?
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Author – Ms. Kiran Mortha, My Dream Store