Miss you Dad

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Hi fellas!!!
Just had a coffee in a my branded Nescoffee mug and it's the perfect time to blog ripe at 1 a.m. So far, had a good day and spent the whole evening at ma sister's house and relished on chicken cooked by her husband. I caught between a jolly good mood, frustration and sadness.
Jolly good mood u know the reason. A pleasant day and well spent with the kids, being a kid myself. Frustrated at the state of things. For six months, I failed to continue my short story. It's not that I lack ideas. Contrary to that, ideas are brimming in my head but the problem is that I started a short story but so far I'm stuck. I ain't leave without finishing this one. I started the story and I shall finish it. Right now, a note book is open and a pen are lying beside me on the table.A story of a couple who just married. They are not able to communicate with each other as the husband makes effort to make the relationship while the wife has drawn a curtain. The female character was struck by a tragedy. God knows when ideas will flow. Writer's block.
It's been four years since Dad passed away on June 19, five days before my birthday and 9 days before his. I was in the hostel in Mumbai when I received the news that he has suddenly fallen ill and is in the hospital. Before leaving for home, I remembered Anwar telling me, you must be strong. Fight for your rights always, you are an Indian. These words shall remain etched in my heart. I remembered the night which was falling. I wasn't able to sleep and was suffocated. I received support from all quarters, family and friends. I still remember the day when he was discharged from hospital. He slept in my room while I slept on the sofa. Didn't realized that it was to be his last night with us.
The next morning when I woke up, he was slowly giving up on life. Never I thought that death will conquer his soul. He looked at me with sadness and love. I guess people know that their last hours are approaching. Four years been a long time and how time passes so swiftly. I still vividly remember the day as his dead body laid on the floor. Dad was resting so peacefully. I came to terms with it. Mom didn't and she still has regret. Thank you Dad for everything. God bless your soul and I know you are always with us. I know that as I am writing you are all smiling and looking at me as you always did, wondering what I am doing so late and telling me to sleep.
Love you Dad.
Good nite

The Future and beyond

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Looking into the futuristic glass, I see my own reflection.
Getting carried by my dreams, I see my life at a turning point.
Dreams are the distant illusion of a life to be lived.
Yet, our memories has been programmed.
It crashed. It is rebooted.

The glass of future or getting carried in the future,through dreams to let us know of an upcoming event or incident which will affect our lives. How many of us actually believe that they are signs which tries to warn us of impending incidents or events?
According to psychologists, premonitions form part of our birthright. Our capacity for them is part of our original equipment. Well, I have started to believe to a certain extent coz when someone goes wrong I can sense it or I'm brought to face the events in my dreams. I have some personal experience in life which has shocked my own self.I'm like later,O!God!Why did you chose to tell me?
It was in 2007 and strangely I wasn't able to sleep for more than 6 months. Me was awake throughout the night and worrying for no reasons. I sensed something was wrong somewhere but didn't want to delve further.
The time I would fall sleep, some weird dreams was taking me somewhere. Once, I dreamed that I was at the bus stop and someone was telling me that my Dad was looking for girl so that I get married.It was much against my wishes. But I didn't see dad.
In another dream, I was walking in the subway at Churchgate station as I got out of the station looking for a cab, I saw dad. I smiled and went to speak to him. He gave me a stern look. I was startled. He didn't said anything to me when I tried to speak to him. He didn't replied back.Back to reality. When I called mom and asking to speak to Dad, mom told me that he has gone to work or his medical check up or even better that he was sleeping. Didn't noticed anything at that time though I had a gut feeling coz whenever I spoke to Mom, he would rush to speak to me.Or,call me himself every now and then to enquire about my studies, narrating me stories what's been been happening with X and Y and whom he met last time or whether I am eating properly and whether I need money.
Months later, I received a call on a Saturday that Dad is seriously ill and that he is in a coma. I was crest fallen and didn't knew how to react. I was dismayed and shocked. Tried to pray and hardly slept during the night and it was the first time I ever read the Bhagvad Gita to get inner peace and sleep so that the next day I can travel back home. Once home, went to the hospital and couldn't recognize Dad. Thank God, he get out of the coma and seemed to be slowly recovering. He stayed in the hospital for one week and was discharged one week later. He seemed well,ate something and slept. We were relieved.
When I woke up the next day, Mom told me that she had a dream and a cute, pretty and fair old lady came in the house and smiled at Mom. She stood there. My immediate reaction was, it's Dadi. I have never seen her but what I could garner from relatives that she was very beautiful, short and fair and she died when Dad was 2 years old. We were to spend a long day and Dad health started to fail and we were not able to move him from the bed and he was refusing to take pills. He passed away in the afternoon.
Perhaps if someone told me about their experience, I would have listened and perhaps not believe, thinking it's some illusion. It happened with me. It's the gut instinct and my inner self prepared me for something ahead. Always trust the soul.I always trust signs of the future event or inner self.