A Dream within a dream, Inception?

The story continues from @ Red: A DREAM ride on the Metro (Click)

Tring tring.... Tring tring...

(Oh yeah, that used to be my classic ringtone!)

I was jolted out of my sleep by the ringing phone, right next to my pillow. Normally, it takes me a few minutes to get back to my senses, but this call was special! As soon as I heard the voice on the other side, my brain went into high alert mode. Something like a Suzuki 800 which normally takes a few minutes to reach 0 to 100 kmph somehow, on that day it turned out I had a Bugatti Veyron Supersport version somewhere in there, 0 to 100 kmph in 2.42 seconds ;)

All I can recall from the brief conversation was her beautiful voice and that she called up to inform me that, she would be visiting the city in a few days though, she didn't mention the exact date.I knew she was not coming to meet me. Probably to meet that mini villain in my love story.(reminds me of Mini-Me from Austin powers.) Don't go by his cute looks, he is a @#*&$∆%  !              


I was just glad about the "would get to see her, in person" part. After all, I came to this city chasing her, but before I could wind up from home and make it there, she had moved out.

After a few days, early in the morning the door bell rang. It was her! I was taken aback not that I didn't expect her, but because she was all bruised and bleeding. She curled her messy hair and her eyes widened, staring intensely into mine. I took a deep breath. Life, I tell you, is beautiful.
                 

In my mind I said, to her "Girl, you are beautiful. Each broken part that you carry within yourself, that is beautiful. Yes, my life is indeed beautiful because you make it beautiful."  Even in that condition she looked so elegant, her long black hair disheveled, a small cut on that stubbornly beautiful nose and a bluish impression of a hand on her face I knew it was the work of that villain. I felt a certain rage boiling within me, that is mostly like a dormant volcano which can erupt suddenly, but such a rage boils out very very rarely.This time it had erupted ! I really wanted to bash that guy for even the slightest pain she had to suffer because of him. Even if he attempts to take my life, I wouldn't be that enraged, but anything to do with her, boy I wouldn't leave him.

But those thoughts were for later. She was physically weak and her body seemed to cry out.  Anyone who would have seen her in this state would have been horrified. Though for me she was beyond that physicality, be it then in that state or when she looked her best, because I loved her... I still hadn't revealed my feelings to her.The worst part was she was going to her hometown to attend her parent's 25th anniversary. So, I had to get her better by then. She seemed emotionally battered by whatever happened.... yet, she never told me what exactly happened nor did I ask, for, I didn't want her to re-live the pain by recalling it. She smiled and laughed as if, nothing ever was wrong, but in that moment her eyes spoke of something entirely different. There seemed to reside a contradicting story, altogether. A voice dying to be heard. She had always been different. I could see in her eyes, what others would barely notice. She had something magical in her, beyond any measure. Her brokenness remained hidden from the world; she struggled each day with herself, trying to hide those shattered pieces from me. But she failed every time.

So, after arguing with my boss for a grant of leave stating my flatmate's non existent girl had passed away (sorry buddy your girl died, even before you knew you had one!). After much tussle he granted me 4 days.
Then one night at 2 am she started throwing tantrums about "the chicken soup" craving. And anything she even wished for, was like a command to me. Unable to find a restaurant at such an ungodly hour. I borrowed (okay stole !) my flatmates chicken from the freezer and made her a soup thanks to some online video recipes.( horrible experience considering I am a pure vegetarian who doesn't even eat omelettes!)

Love, what all it makes us do!

But, you are ready to do anything for her because none of it seems like a burden. You enjoy the pleasure of doing everything in her name.

One week flew by, she had recovered. She gave me a hug before entering the airport. "Thanks for everything", she said. And left. I kept watching her till she was lost in the crowd, everything I wanted in my life, everything that made my life worth was again leaving me till, I don't know how long. I wished, that I find the right time soon, to tell her that I loved her. But I feared losing this little friendship, these uninhibited chats and encounters with her. What if, things didn't work out.... (Perhaps, I was pessimistic back then) The dilemma literally killing me for years, each time I met her or spoke to her.
I wasn't the flamboyant Shahrukh or the carefree Salman or the discrete Amitabh of yesteryear, to fashionably tell her I loved her and convince her as well. Maybe something simple would have done yet, I wanted it to be special.... simple just wouldn't do! What I felt for her was the real thing while, these guys just acted to look perfect. Yet, I was trying to improve upon this shortcoming. (Dear Lord, why can you not build humans with in-built polygraph machines or love barometers? Life would be a lot simpler. People won't be fooled by the feigned flamboyance and charisma. It's a necessary evil now!)

Suddenly the alarm rang, I woke up. Glad to have realized it was all a dream. Breathing out a sigh of relief, "Nothing had happened to her."
I checked my phone and saw a text from her. Merely a notification of a text from her made my day. She asked me about my plans for the week after, she was planning to visit the city. I told her about the dream. (Of course, omitting parts to do with Mr. Mini-Me.) She found it to be hilarious. Thanked me for nursing her back albeit, in a dream.
Told me about her own dream where Muslims were fighting a war with Pigs and the weapons were wet mud balls being hurled from each side (yeah I know, my dream was way better! And that, she sounds crazy.) Well that's about it....

And yeah I eventually tried to learn to cook that 'thing', probably almost fainted in the process... :P
Okay not really!
But, what do you expect from a person who thinks a dozen times before swatting even a small mosquito?
( True Gandhian = non violence!)  :P

Like come on! He won one of the greatest battle in the history of mankind and made the mightiest empire of the time, bow down to his demands without as much as lifting a stick.
Ermm... Well, actually he did lift his stick but that's about it, my bad!
The story continues @ Dream, Secrets revealed – I (Click)
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Today, marks one year of the sowing of the seeds of the journey I set upon. Something that changed a lot of things in my life. I do not know where it might lead me to... But, I would need all the prayers and luck in the world, apart from my own sincere effort.
Do pray for me & wish me luck, people. Thanks!

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