I somehow knew i was dreaming but in what seemed to be reality then, i was busy walking through the fields… fiddling with my camera and looking around with intense curiosity about the loneliness of the place. I could relate it to my Uncle’s farm but the next moment I tripped off a stone and tumbled down a narrow slope. When I managed to pull up myself and looked ahead…the scene over there was completely unbelievable....
I wanted to pinch…hit…slap...myself to ensure it wasn't real because the huge(.....) rose just inches away from my curious eyes, in pink and white was preceding a widespread field of roses behind....I deliberately avoided any touch in the fear of getting out from the serene mood. As my eyelashes flickered slowly, I looked up to feel the cool breeze and the sight of a million roses, it was a perfect moment of awestruck.
There was an enchanted mood around and I anxiously turned around to see a long array of purple flowers and white lilies, i was still doubtful how could all the beauty on earth get together at one place. I forgot about my darling camera which was neatly decorated around my neck..and started ambling along the flower beds whilst my eyes captured every single flower dancing merrily to the breeze….tulips, sunflower, lilac, chrysanthemum, daisies and my walk turned into a happy jog as I started singing aloud and wanted to freeze the moment forever.
The surreal feel was because the flowers actually expressed their happiness to me, answering to me by swaying softly, smiling at me by flowing across my frock, as if the whole eden garden was built for my dream's sake..Then I realized at an avid moment, that I would be a fool to miss clicking the inherent beauty. After all, it was a dream and my camera could have easily worked…ironically and naturally, it didn’t and with all my clumsy efforts, the shutter didn’t like to get opened at all. I got nervous all of a sudden, trying to open the shutter manually all that I wanted was the camera to click. Well, you know….the next scene is obvious, I woke up startled and took more than a few minutes to convince myself that I was back to reality and was 7.00am sharp….
But…something different about this dream was I could still feel my heartbeat when I looked upon the huge rose and the minute when my senses got scared at the real image of all those roses and there were only them…beautiful flowers, natural colors at their best existence and my excited eyes which forgot to blink. I hardly had any interest to get out of the bed and start my day, how ever interesting that was going to be…... nothing could be as gracious as some unknown heaven right? 
After a couple of minutes of interrogation with my mind, I derived that the reason behind the dream could be my long chat with mom the previous evening, about my photo walk in Lalbagh recently - how much I had enjoyed the colors, smell and unbelievable sight of flowers, though I couldn’t click too many good pictures because of the crowd…and that I wished there were not too many people.
I tried my best to write everything I remembered about the most beautiful dream…but was sure I won’t be able to convey the frantic rhythms of my heart I felt then. One in a hundred dreams stay clear in your mind and even this minute…if I close my eyes, I literally see myself travelling to serendipity with foot steps which never want to be travel backward again!!
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