Dream that did not come true

baby elephant

I remember that I ran to my mother and told her that I had seen a small baby elephant.

She asked me with a smile that where had I seen such a thing.

And getting the perfect time to chatter I started off…I saw that I was somewhere. I can’t remember where but there were lots of trees and bushes. It was certainly dark and I could not see much. All of a sudden I saw some light approaching me. I thought it would be a car or something. But I was wrong it was a small baby elephant.

My mom said that’s great you saw an elephant, so it seems that the trip to the zoo really made some impression on you (she understood that I was talking about my dream).

I said yes. But mom we didn’t see any white elephants in the zoo, then why did I see a white baby elephant.

My mom jumped with joy and reconfirmed a white elephant, a white baby elephant.

I didn’t understand what made her so excited all of a sudden. She said it brings good luck.

So, for a twelve year old what could mean good luck? It didn’t mean getting a good paid job back then. It had to be exams, I thought, because I had given my mid terms and my results were due in a week’s time.

Every day past in excitement and certainty, that I will get good marks, because lady luck had favoured me and given me a sign.

The final day arrived when I was to get my results. I was rather disappointed to see the marks. I was definitely not the top student of the class; forget that, I was not even in the top ten.

I remember this dream not because it made an impression in my mind that I had not see a white elephant earlier in life. It didn’t give me a hope that one day I will land up in a jungle or zoo and watch a white elephant. It was able to make an impression because of what I had expected out of the dream.

How could have I achieved something based on my dream; whereas, I had already performed an action to receive what I was to receive. I understood then, that dreams are not reality. They are just an alternative to one reality giving us hope. They can’t have meanings unless you give them one. Dreaming could help, but is fruitless without the efforts. A lit bit of planned efforts and dreaming might take you one step closer to what you want in reality.



Twelve year old

The twelve year old that I was, I don’t remember her any more. But I do remember her not to be fun loving (like other kids of her age), not to have many friends, not to be an attention seeker and most definitely not to be a pampered child.

However, she was an obedient kid, a studious kid perhaps and she was a loveable child in the family.

When I look at that twelve year old kid now; I see that she has lost much of her resemblance to me. The only thing common between us is our birthdays and our parents.

 I don’t remember her wearing a smile on her face. I don’t remember her making a list of things to be asked as birthday gifts.

Many things have changed over a period of time and so has she.

“Birthday is a time to eat good food,” she thought and asked her mother to cook something special. And she did get special food to eat on her birthday. Didn’t matter what it was, so far as there was some chicken and rice on the menu her little tummy was content and her heart happy.

For the little twelve year old there was no work other than studying. There were fewer occasions when the bags were opened with the intention to just complete the homework. Birthdays were one such special occasion for her.

School time could not be skipped, but after reaching home began her fun hours. The entire day was lost in playing and watching cartoons until it was dinner time.

After having a good meal it was time for her to go off to sleep.

Daily Prompt: Shake it Up