The Dream

I was sitting on the bench for quite some time. I was missing Jasmeet. I felt helpless and vulnerable. My life was crumbling away into ruins and I needed Jasmeet to hold me and save me. May be for one last time.

I remembered our first meeting, participating in a college fest. I remembered chasing her down the sunflower fields of Amritsar. Singing ‘tujhe dekha to yeh jaana sanam’. Sitting under a full moon, sharing our first kiss. Watching how beautiful she looks in her sleep. Running my fingers through her hair down her nose and her lips.

I always thought Jasmeet had an Akshay Kumar sort of smile. A lady version of that charming smile. And yes she was Punjabi in every possible way. The typical chak de fatte type. Boy how she loved dancing and I loved challenging her. There we would be breaking into a jig with bhangra beats on background. When suddenly we will discover that we are all alone…as we got isolated from the rest of the dance party.

How my Bengali friends told me that it was amazing that I had rejected all the Bengali lasses around me to fall for this kadak Punjabi girl. But then Jasmeet was my everything. The breath of my lack-lustre life. Sitting outside the CT Scan department I was wondering that how many hours more I will survive this dreadful disease, this pain and suffering. When suddenly my eyes landed upon this girl sitting beside me. It was Jasmeet, only looking more younger. I was just about to hug her when I realized that it was a lookalike of Jasmeet. Another Punjabi girl, only that she was blind. But all I needed was a hug.

I didn’t really care. I knew only that this hug can save me so I went forward. My eyes opened and there in front was my wife of seven years, Jasmeet. She was telling me to get up as we were both getting late for office. I just went forward with my hug and kissed her birthmark on her neck, just like old times. As I looked deeply in her eyes, both of us realized how we missed each other. Our son Yash was six years old and had started going to school. We were both working as business analysts in reputed IT companies and somehow drifted away from each other. We loved each other but were actually dying inside missing each other enduring our blindness.

Our sky high salaries made no difference. I pulled Jasmeet close to me and ultimately got late to office. Both of us got late to office just like old days and don’t even ask what we were doing. They say we should make our dreams reality…but thank god mine remained a dream.