Kaloo scampered about me, leaping at me and licking my neck and face while I held him for a few seconds, every time he put his muzzle against me. My heart was bursting with the joy of my loving pet’s company. I don’t remember how long it lasted but some reckless moment in time put an end to the sweet dream and I opened my eyes to the view of my lonely room. It was December 06, 2008 – more than 9 years after Kaloo’s death (the lachrymose night of June 20, 1999). With a heavy heart, still beating the rhythm of the happy dream, I got up to face the challenges of the day.
This recent dream of my late pet dog is not a rare experience of an emotional scene set in a unique mental studio. Seeing my late kin close to me, the living ones departing, and a range of other emotional situations, has become a familiar phenomenon that repeats itself, every now and then, without any conscious effort. Dreams connect me to the past; take me to the future; and even paint a living and breathing picture of my present – all this without charging me a dime. Generous dreams!
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