The dream is a long chain of strange events that took place one after the other. I can't understand how the events and the places I saw were linked with each other, but I'd like to share the part that will be with me forever. Here it goes:
I was somewhere in a parking lot of an apartment and was struggling to open the lock of my vehicle. Strangely I dint have the keys on my keychain and there were two tiny color pencils hanging in the ring. I was thinking what to do, whom to call, because it didn't open after all my efforts.
There were some old ladies who came down from the building through the stairs. They were talking among themselves and I turned around to look as I heard the sounds all of a sudden. And there I saw her, my Daadi (my grand mom), some 6-7 metres away from me. She looked at me too and called me, "Arre Bittu, mera bachha, aaja.. Kitne time baad mila.."
I went to her and hugged her tightly and I started weeping. She told me, "Arre Bittu, kyu ro rahi hai.. Ro mat.."
And, I suddenly got up weeping..
It was a strangely weird dream that I saw. But it also felt good to see her in front of me, only in the dream though. But atleast I could see her, feel her.
Miss you Daadi.. <3
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