The girl with the Yellow Bag
A warm breeze gently blowing
on my face, nudged me out of my dreams. I must have dozed off on the bench; I
had no recollection of where I was and how I ended up there. Judging by the Sun’s
position, it was almost noon time. I
looked ahead, trying to find someone but couldn’t see anyone in the vicinity.
I turned around to check behind me, yet again nobody in sight. Disappointed,
yet with some blind hope I scanned the area around me. A hundred yards to my
right- almost hidden from my view by a coconut tree, much to my relief was
a girl. She adorned a short, mauve dress with some floral print that I
couldn’t discern from the distance, though it fit her tall and voluptuous
frame perfectly!
I was up on my feet and
jogged towards her as discretely as possible so that I didn’t intimidate her in
any way. I paused briefly when I was just a few yards away from her, we were
standing at some beach about a mile away from a harbour. The water was
pristine, turquoise-blue. There were a few fishing boats and trawlers around,
yet, not even a soul in sight. My attention shifted back to the girl, I noticed
her long black
hair with copper streaks that trailed down to her hips like a silken
scarf, left unbound for the wind to caress it, at its own will. She was facing
the sea with her back towards me, gazing at something distant as if waiting for
someone. I could finally see the flowers on her dress now, they were lotuses
and she had a yellow bag clung to her shoulder. I felt this deep urge to run
across the rest of the distance and see what she looked like, who was she?
Although, I thought, I knew who it might be, I had to be sure before assuming.
I kept closing in towards her at a gentle pace, my heart was now racing at an unusual pace. By the time I came to a halt
merely inches behind her, I felt breathless despite
the fact that, I had been walking at a very restrained pace. My curiosity had
been urging me to run to her. My heart pounding ever harder as though, it might
burst out of my chest any moment. I now sensed a benign fragrant perfume in the air. All of a
sudden, its familiarity dawned on me. I could faintly recall the person who
used to use such a perfume.
Memories from the past started
flooding back to my mind. Finally, the moment was here, this time I shall find
out who she is!
In my mind the voice kept reverberating that it was her, it had to be her.
I raised my arm, gave
her a gentle tap on her shoulder and when I did, she seemed to be a bit
surprised. I could sense it, by the startled reaction that her body gave upon
my touch. She must have been lost in her own thoughts. She now moved to turn
around to face me. But, before she did, alas! My trance like sleep had been
broken by the ringing of bells from a Hindu Temple, the one which my balcony overlooked.
It was morning again and the priest had started with his routine rituals.
The dream was left incomplete, yet again....
Yes, I know you must be
disappointed with the end, I feel no different!
If the suspense is
killing you, can you not imagine, what I am going through?
This is one of the many
dreams I had and happened to recollect. The Yellow Bag is special because,
surprisingly, I have had it quite a few times now. Unusual!
The story continues @ Red: A DREAM ride on the Metro (Click)Post Scriptum: Do dreams come true? Well, we would have to wait and watch...
Also all the posts after this, with the word 'Dream' are a continuation of this
story, if you may call it a story.