Dreams and Realities
Long ago when I was a small boy, but big enough to know that to pee you have to go to the washroom, I would soil the bed sometimes. And when Ma discovered the wet bed the next morning, she would scold me saying, Aditya you have grown so old and you still pee on the bed. I know that, I would say defending my honour, but that old lady asked me to.
Those were cold wintry nights. As I was in a dilemma whether to attend to the nature’s call, an old lady came and relieved me. She unzipped my short and asked me to pee.
But what amazed me most was that I had peed in the washroom. How come it wet my bed?
It was a cold wintry night again yesterday. I again felt the need to pee. I first thought of keeping it under control until the morning. Then when it pressed for immediate redressal, I checked my cell for the time. It was five minutes past three in the night – can I hold it for another five hours?
No, I felt. I removed the blanket and sat up. Through the dark, my legs finally found the correct combination of slippers.
But as I stood up, I could hardly stand. Somehow I reached the hall, but just when I was about to reach for the washroom door, I suddenly found my legs taking me towards the kitchen on the other side of the hall. I didn’t stand still near the kitchen as well; my legs again took me toward the washroom. And once again towards the kitchen. I was going round and round the hall. In desperation, I shouted aloud my brother’s name. But not a word was coming out.
And then my eyes opened suddenly. My god, I had been dreaming all along. I checked my cell for time – it was five minutes past three in the morning.
Ha ha… that seems to be one hell of a jinxed time. No wonder 3 AM is supposedly the hour of witches.