It is surely an astounding experience to watch it pouring; especially, if you have a cup of tea and a plate of freshly fried pakoras besides you.
Diasa was sitting on the rocking chair, looking out of the huge window of her spacious room, reveling the utopian feeling in her own Zion. The rain had made her reminiscent about the days when she was a sculpturesque young girl.
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She would sit on the slab, by the window, and watch it rain till the time it stopped. Every now and then, she would stretch her hand out of the window to feel the drops striking her fingertips. Each time she got a tingling feeling, as if she was being encouraged to dream on.
Diasa dreamt about 3 things in particular:
# A huge and spacious penthouse in a skyscraper, overlooking the mundanities of the metro-life.
# Her brother Devasaya’s wedding.
# To bring a smile on every face around her.
She yearned for a hugely successful professional life, so that she could become self-reliant and independent. She would pray for it at every consecrated place she visited.
She also loved travelling, and had pledged to become an avid traveler. She had planned to get a souvenir from all the destinations she touched…
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Tungggggggg………..
The clock struck 1800 hrs And Diasa was shuddered back to her present. Here she was: a 52 year old stout woman, with the most loveable and loving family. Her husband is a banker, and kids are settled and doing pretty well for themselves. She looked out of the window. It had stopped raining and the hustle-bustle on the street below had resumed in full blow. She had given the maid, a day-off, as she wanted to cook for her husband. He was coming back from a business-trip and it was a Sunday.
Diasa went to the kitchen and started cooking. Somehow, she could not take her mind off the thoughts which were swarming.
Diasa and her husband owned a duplex in one of the most posh neighborhoods of the metro. The apartment was just to her taste. This was her heavenly abode. Devasaya had been married for years now. She had a happy and contended family, or so it seemed.
All the dreams Diasa had seen for her personal life had been realized.
What about the career??? Diasa had wished for a sky-rocketing career, and she had failed miserably there. Diasa had failed to clear her GRE and was too timid to spring back & give it another shot. Eventually, she joined a local college as a teacher. She travelled - knowing about her passion for travelling, her husband would occasionally take her along on his business trips.
Diasa was done with the cooking and was washing her hands, when the doorbell rung. She rushed to the door and looked through the spy-hole. As expected it was Shourya, her husband. He entered, hugged her, pecked on her forehead and caressed her now graying hair.
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Tick Tick… Tick Tick………
Diasa was awakened by the alarm tone she had set the previous day. She had been sleeping the whole afternoon. She rushed to see herself in the mirror, and was relieved to find that she was still 22 years young. ‘Probably it is the impact of that crappy movie Click that I was watching in the morning’, she thought.
Just as the protagonist of Click gets a moral from his dream, Diasa realized that however happy and ideal her world may become, even if her dreams are realized somehow; she would always remain disgruntled about not fulfilling her wishes.
She got up, cleared her study table and once again started her preparation for the exam she had failed in.
