Sufi didnt know if there was anything in recurring dreams. She didnt want to ask her friends. First she thought she imagined it. But then as she woke up each day, she knew she was right.
At first, it was exciting. She couldnt wait to tell her friends. But then she thought she will have some fun herself. The real reason, though she didnt want to admit it, being the fear that telling another might stop it from coming true some day..
After a few days she started observing the moon trying to seek the answers there.. somehow the dream started to terrify her now..
There was nothing unsual about the dream. It was the usual dream about some knight coming as every 16-year old might have. Well the idea of a knight seems pretty old now. What Sufi actually saw was a guy in jeans and a red T Shirt walking towards her as she sat in the beach wearing a white frock. But she didnt know him coming. He was coming from behind her. He looked amazing. At first she thought he was the best looking creature ever… but later his eyes, somehow seemed scary. The smile she thought was beautiful now seemed to have a different meaning. What was he coming for…. for she always woke up before he reached her..
Looking at the moon always eased her mind. She had this feeling Syon might be looking at the moon the same time. Syon- what a weird name! And she came up with it! She somehow knew. She couldnt remember when she started calling him that.
The moon seemed to smile at her and asked her to wait for the day.
“Yes, but will that be a good day for me?” She used to ask. And somehow the Moon seemed silent then.
She knew she shouldnt behave any different cause she didnt want her Parents to take her to some dumb Doc. She did not like Doctors!
“They are all mean” she would say.
4th of July came and her Mom insisted she should wear this new white frock she got for her. She did not like the dresses and skirts her Mom got for her. Mom did not like her wearing jeans.
“They are not at all feminine dear! A girl must look like a girl I say!”
Despising it, she wore the frock. But as she watched herself in the mirror, she liked it. She felt herself looking pretty after years! She had always thought she looked ugly, not like Jerrisa, her next-door neighbor who looked so pretty all the time and all the boys seemed to like her too.
As she looked on, she remembered! Horror struck her! This was the very same dress she saw in her dreams.. this cant be! This cant be the day! Oh no..She was not prepared for it. Well she still had time to change it and she didnt ever have to wear it again. But then… then what? Wait for ever for the dream to stop? Did she want to know what happened after Syon came to her? One part of her did and one part didnt.. Well like you see in cartoons, a Sufi with horns beat up the Sufi with a halo and finally she decided to wear the frock. Not that she felt it was devilish, but she had a feeling this was going to be the most daring thing she ever did.
She knew this was going to be the day when Jerrisa appeared with a bunch of friends and suggested “Beach”. She felt her heart beating faster as the moments passed. When her friends stood chatting, she saw the spot where she sat in the dream. She hesitated. Things had to take her there. She cant simply walk into it.. Thats when Loyd appeared at the exact spot with a couple of friends and Jerrisa who held an everlasting crush for him wasted no time in running to him. The other girls followed her. Slowly, Sufi started walking. Panic struck her. Her friends were all laughing over some joke. But she didnt hear any of it. This wont do. The girl in her dreams was happy. She didnt see the face but she knew it had to be a happy face. Oh well.. There was time. She was not even alone yet.
Soon enough, her friends had left her for a game of throwball. She never liked the game. After one terrible fall as a kid, with the ball hitting her in the head, she has said goodbye to the game. She was alone now but she forgot that for a minute as she watched 2 kids trying to make a sand castle. They did a terrible job of it. She found herself laughing as the smaller one of them tried to do something with it and got his hand stuck in the sand. Thats when she heard a voice behind her.
Without thinking she turned.
“Syon” she gasped..
They looked at each other for one long minute.
He sat down beside her. She cast one glance at him. He was looking at the sea. He was wearing the same red T Shirt and jeans she knew he would. What was going on? The suspense was killing her. She had to talk.
“I saw you in my dreams!”
He turned to look at her. He seemed to be amused at what she was saying. He smiled, the same way he did in her dreams.
Wow she never heard his voice before. It sounded, well it sounded quite normal but to her it seemed God-like! Everything had to be perfect. This was her dream coming true!
“And thats all. I saw this scene. Uhh you wore the same shirt”
He smiled again. What did that mean? Why wasnt he saying anything?
“Did you have the same dream too Syon?”
“What do you think?”
“I think you did! How else would all this happen? How would you know my name”
“You are right. I thought it was a dumb dream until I saw the face of the girl in white frock”
“Ohhh you saw my face? I never reached that part”
“I did… the prettiest thing I have ever seen”
She felt herself blush.
“What happens now? What does it mean? Should we tell someone about this? Like a dream expert or something”
“Haha dream expert? Hmm no. I dont want this to go out”
“So what do we do? I cant believe this! I feel like jumping up and down… Weeee”
“Hahaha. Let me help you up”
And without another word, he lifted her up in his hands. She attempted to resist but she was laughing.
Her friends stopped playing and looked. She waved at them. They were stunned. They waved back.
The 2 of them walked towards the sea. They didnt say much but it seemed just right not to.
He asked “What if all this turns out to be a dream?”
“Then I dont want to wake up”
Sufi opened her eyes. She looked around. It was the beach. Jerrisa and the others were playing. She must have dozed off as she sat there.. None of it happened.. No Syon came..And she so wished the dream was true..
She looked at the fellow who called her up.
“Sorry to have woken you up Miss but that was my bag you were sleeping on”
She wondered for a moment. Syon? No. This was one long haired guy in a blue T Shirt. He didnt look like a knight.
“Oh sorry here you are”
“Thanks Miss. Mind if I sit here for a minute”
“Not at all”
“Peter. Peter Caine” He held out his hands.
“Sufi James” They shook hands.
“That your friends?”
“You dont like playing ball?”
“No, not really”
“Haha seriously?! I thought all boys liked it”
“Well sometimes I need to pretend to”
“Haha you are funny. Hey is that Arthur Conan Doyle?”
She pointed at a book coming out of his bag.
“Yeah. You read?”
“Do I? All the time!”
“Cool! So do I”
Sufi found that she liked this cool long haired guy though he didnt tell her she was pretty. It was so easy to talk to him.
They chatted on… about books, about school, about their lives..
As they chatted on, laughing, Sufi felt stupid to have believed in some dumb dream. And she felt it was just great the way things turned out.. She didnt notice the guy in a jeans and red T Shirt walking towards her from behind. He had a smile on his face and his eyes were glowing…