I watched my father die in my dream this morning. I experienced his death all over again – woke up scared, disturbed.
I saw him lying on his side, his face very dark. He was alive at this moment. The way he lay, the way his face looked made me weep in my dream. I saw me talking, heard me say, “Why is his face like this, Maa, my father’s face was so beautiful, how did it become like this?”
He was alive when I spoke. Next minute he was gone. He hadn’t answered.
And then I saw the empty house, my mother changing into a white saree.
It was very vivid. I woke up. Could not think, or do anything. I turned picked up the phone, sms-ed a person I hadn’t thought of in months or met ever.
I sms-ed what I had seen, how I felt. Then came the tears and I found me crying like I just lost him.
I have just shifted to a new house. all my colleagues came to visit me – they said it is such a happy place, please stay here, do not change. and I had a good day at school this morning. am not ill or hungry.
I don’t understand why I saw my father again this way. I didn’t know dreams could be a “all-five-senses” experience. Wish I could do something to reach out.
I don’t really know why I wrote reach out. I know my father is just not there anymore. Maybe my mind is debilitating, disintegrating. I am aging, or going mad.
At school this morning I had said the more we know about our past, our heritage, legacy, the history of how conflicts were resolved, the more we know about how we became who we are today, the stronger we become, the easier it would be for our children to cope with forces that mangle their tender, clean trusting minds later.
I am not thinking of, but living experiences, trying to connect with people that are just not there. Things inside my mind are probably coming apart. Life is slipping away I think.
I cannot sleep anymore.
It never hurt so very much to see the night end And watch the morning seep in through the chinks in the doors aand ventillators. And I do not wish to understand or rationalize, pretend to be allright, or normal – right now it seems dirty, ugly, unclean and dishonest and unbecoming of my father’s daughter to be so.