A Friend Comes Home

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SHARING A POEM

Sharing Poetry with a friend could be an intense experience. I don’t share my writings with casual acquaintances or colleagues. I am rather particular. So when that special someone comes in, one’s eager to show all those special creations. It’s a special experience. A lot like sharing a common dream.

I had just completed my studies, and had started working. College days were behind me. But I still loved my school days best, and cherished my school friends best. I rarely wrote poetry now. It all seemed to have dried up. Looking strangely incoherent. Life was in disarray. I had stopped dreaming.

So when I dreamt of my old school friend looking through my poems, I was overcome by an inexplicable happiness. There we were, sitting in my study, looking through some of my writings... and I suddenly looked up to my friend and wanted to say something like…" Hey, I can't believe this. Is this happening for real. Two of us meeting up after so long like this...? Is this real..? Just then my friend's image began to fade. Like a mirage it seemed to melt into thin air. And I soon found myself sitting upright in bed, wondering where that dear friend of mine was just then.

I left for Office with a heavy heart the next morning. It had been more than nine years since last I saw my beloved friend. When I reached office, I was told that I had a guest waiting for me at the reception. It was indeed that one person I had dreamt of the previous night. I mentioned nothing about the previous night’s dream at that time. But even today, it’s quite a mystery to me. Are we indeed capable of projecting ourselves into the future…?
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