lost/found?

LOST/FOUND?

                                       I didn’t know it was a dream. It seemed real. I stood in a deserted corridor enclosing me with its darkness. I looked around for light but could find no trace. I could feel my heartbeat racing. It said me to move but I stood still. I gathered myself and walked few yards. It had no end. I felt the corridor lengthening for each step I kept forward. I tried to move backwards to find the end which could be my beginning but darkness started to drip more over me. Unable to stand there, I took the same path in search of help. I walked for hours but could find none. My heart felt heavy. My eyes were filled. I fell down gasping for air. Am I the only one left in this world? Again, I looked around. Isn’t there someone to help me? Isn’t there someone who feels my absence, someone who comes to look for me…? I lay there, still, losing hope. Suddenly, I heard a sound. I crawled searching for its source. But nothing. Is there really no one? When I started to feel the misery of loneliness, I felt an illusion of human presence. The sound was human. The feel it gave me was so human. I felt joy. No, it was pleasure. I felt an urge to find that human. The soul which has come to save me, MY SAVIOUR! I walked in search of someone, the one. The only one who really cares for me. I was nearing. I could feel it. I stopped seeing a silhouette. It did not move, even I. I stared at the silhouette for a long time trying to recognize who it was. Vain. I took a step forward. It too did. I stared, it stood still. I took few more steps. It too did. But it was in no way nearing me. I raised my arm, forward, welcoming it. It too did. I lost hope that I would reach it. So there is no one who could really help, I thought. At that thought, the silhouette started fading. My heart skipped a beat. The only one who has come to save me is leaving now. I couldn’t let it go. Only then I realized, I haven’t spoken to it. I was thinking why didn’t I ask who are you? Or at least ask for help? Before I was ready, it was already out,My voice. I have asked ‘Who are you?’ I was shocked. It asked me the same question. Is it an echo?, I thought. No, it voiced along with me. With no patience to wait any long and in an urge to know who it was I tried to pull it and forced myself towards it. In a moment everything was gone. I looked around. I saw a light around the corner. I ran ahead. The light closed my eyes as I went through it. I was out; it was a ground full of people. I could find many familiar faces. My mom, my dad, many of my friends….. They were all looking for me, waiting for me. So they all knew that I was in there…. Then why didn’t they come to help me? In a moment everything splattered away and I woke up in my bed.

                        I had dreams almost every day. But this dream is different. Someone wants to tell me something, I thought. I felt uneasy every night from then with my heart daggering me to know who was that silhouette. Sleepless nights prolonged and one fine day I thought ‘what if it was me…?’. That night I met the silhouette. Yes, it was me. I spoke to me myself.

                        The world is full of opportunities, to succeed, both good and bad. There are people who are good hearted too. But to meet them and grab the opportunities I must come out of myself and be prepared to reach out. If I lose my hope and self confidence, no one can help me. I’ll be lost forever. Anyone can help me but they cannot reach out to me beyond a boundary. This is what I saw in my dream. It depicted me that self-confidence; hope and hard work are the three important things necessary for success. Only I can help myself to achieve them. I’ve learnt it. Daring to enter into the real world………………

                        So what do you think the topic of this article should be? LOST or FOUND?

-      VIDHYALAKSHMI