i remember very clearly, vividly, a night long back.. once, eons back, when i was a little girl, spending a summer vacation at my grandparent’s house in a small town tucked in a busy corner of a rowdy Indian state, i had woken up in the dead of the night. i was sleeping on a cot, on the open roof of the house, i think with some other people around, cousins maybe. i just got off the bed and walked till the edge of the roof; the wall came till about my shoulders i think. and i just stood there, transfixed, looking deep into the night, thinking, rather, feeling, that my entire life is a dream, that i just dreamed. sometimes i feel that i am in that dream, that that little girl is still dreaming, sleeping soundly, and peacefully, on that open roof.
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