I can’t really recall if what I’m going to talk about was my summer vacation or the start of long Dussehra holidays in October.
What I remember clearly though, is the sweltering heat, the yellow iron gate guarding our yard, my brother who had playfully climbed on top of the gate while me and my mum stood by the front door watching him play.
Now let me describe that yellow gate – it brought a unironed symphony to our home. It was a pale yellow, sturdy, 2-flanked metal structure that opened directly out to the beauty of the world. When it opened, the hinges creaked in a staccato rhythm. The 2 flanks hinged on iron rails on both sides, upholding the fence on either side. Looking from where I and my mom were seeing it, the left flank of the gate was lower than the right, leaning in from the top edge where they met (or should’ve met). Which meant that when the gate was shut using the latch on the top, it left ample gap at the bottom for stray dogs to wander in and out of our lawn, absolutely unhindered, an opportunity not many dogs missed considering the ginormous mango tree in our yard for the shade. Not that they really needed a gap, for the gate had rectangles cut out inside it, ones that made the gate, a practical sham!
Why am I talking about the gate? It’s this gate that I often dream about. One that opens to someplace unknown. Having yet to feel and cross it, the gate seems like it’s built of grey smoke only to fool my eyes. The fear of everything covered in orange haze/smoke on the other side, numbs my legs like I’m magically flying. When I look around, I find myself on an abandoned railway platform. The trains chugging pass fast and in huge numbers, watched only by a pair of eyes waiting for a trigger, but nothing happens. Nothing ever happens!
I often wonder what the dream means? Am I scared of abandoned railway stations? Am I scared of orange smoke? Do I love my legs so much that I fear for my life having no sensations in them?
Or is it my place of zen where I wish to be all the time?
fears of the unknown,, I love how you explained about the gate.. Hey there is a poem in that.. go for it.
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Let me give it a shot then 😀
Thanks for such appreciation!
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The iron gate is giving you that kind of imagination,you’re dreaming,you’re in the railway station, I’m surprised you didn’t visualize iron gate with prison,it sure would be an interesting story.But what you’ve written is very interesting,you might try your hand in writing a novel, your description,vocabulary and imagination can help you a lot Samir.
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Thank You so so much Ranu 😀
I just got my day made!
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So vivid the way you remember these dreams, almost haunting :O
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Trust me… only I know how my day is like the next day after I’ve had this dream!
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I’ll bet! wow 😀
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I love the interpretation of the gate, the different options of how you read this are fascinating. Funny how our dreams pin point generic items that have so many possibilities!
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Quiet a lot of details for a dream!
If it were me, I’d forget all those details;
what I often take with me are lingering feelings —
those which are imprinted in my memory.
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Frankly it’s a lot of burden to carry… these details and it gets very difficult to separate your current from your dreams!
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Indeed! Trying to retain the details while unconsciously forgetting some is a common occurrence. 🙂
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