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?
I’ll today acknowledge that I’ve never had incidents that laid all the odds against me. After a lot of hard and furious thinking, life as I know it isn’t as bad as I sometimes think. I’ve had difficult times, but never a crisis (leaving an isolated incident). Life hasn’t yet thrown at me what I can’t handle. I’m yet to find myself at the receiving end of grief and I’m thankful for it. I’ve always been the more responsible person, the saviour, the guardian for people who want me there and I thank life and my parents for it. They grew me into a hard son-of-a-gun that I am and I won’t fail to admit that I am one. They bred in me top-end survival instincts that always made me stand clear of trouble.
Nothing special. What I’m about to tell you must at all costs be avoided and never attempted in real life. Although I did it, doesn’t mean you’ll pull it off too.
They gave me hands to catch that running train that I so nearly missed. Headphones plugged in my ears, I got off my train to buy a book at Bhilai Power House station. Train stop scheduled at sharp 2 minutes. In a frenzy to select one as fast as could, I forgot to check on the train. It had started to move very fast and my coach had already passed me.
They gave me legs to sprint now, Usain Bolt style, to at least grab one handle of any one of the remaining three coaches. I started running as fast as I could, put out my hands, one push, fail. Second push, I grabbed it with all power available in my young hands. Such was the grip that I flew with the train but my momentum and power joined to help me grab the far handle too.
They gave me the will to pull it off. As I sat at the doorsteps of that coach facing out, huffing and puffing, watching those trees and stones fast blow by me, knees against my forehead, I realized how confident was I to pull something like this off. Many thinner ones may have blown off that handle, many bulkier ones may have never got that far. I did and not only made it inside, I lived to tell the tale too.
Thank You Mom and Dad for making me out of me! I’m yet to lose!
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