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perplexed.
You were almost howling. Is everything ok? A bad
dream?
He stared at her. Just like yesterday, he vividly
remembered the whole dream.
Lara, I have been dreaming about a man in a blue suit for
two days now. Yesterday, he was at a party, and today, I
dreamt he was walking a dog in the park, his gaze glued
to me. I dont know this man either in dreams or waking
life. Yet, his gaze disturbs me hard enough to stay in my
mind for the rest of the day.
I guess its just stress. Let me get you some warm milk.
May be thatll help, said Lara and left.
4
The third night, it happened again. He was in a crowded
room. The lights were dim and accompanied with smoke;
the vision was very hazy. When the smoke before him
cleared, he found the guy sitting right opposite. He was
choked and too startled to let out a cry. With each passing
dream, the proximity between the two decreased, and Ali
remembered nothing but the color blue in his coat. He was
intrigued by these dreams. Wherever he looked,
whomever he met, he tried to find a hint of this man and a
few answers. What does he want? Why does he stare? May
be the story would unravel only through another chapter
of a dream.
The following night he slept, certain to dream again, and
he dreamt indeed.
The man has been religious with blue. Thats the only way
to recognize him. Today, he stands closer than hes ever
been. Close enough for Ali to notice his gray hair among
the dark. They had been running sideways forming
alternate locks, much like... Sontags...or...a squirrels
back...or like Laras. Yes, Lara has very similar. Slowly, the
man lets out a hand for Ali to hold, but the latter was
reluctant.
Doesnt seem like he is going to withdraw his hand. Not
knowing what to do, Ali decided to hold it and unravel
another chapter of this relationship.
Where are you taking me? said Ali, but why does he
have a womanly voice? And long nails, painted red,
thinner feminine fingers...porcelain hands...
Ali is a woman in this dream! His entire history as a female
flashed in his head like a dying persons. There were
random fragments of him playing dollhouse with his girl
friends. He remembered getting ready for his
engagement. Oh how he struggled with the heels. A year
later, they got married. All these little, but significant
segments were enough to convince him that he was a girl,
and not an effeminate guy in the dream. He couldnt sleep
again.
5
Ali was as much intrigued, as he was repelled by this
dream. He hadnt slept in two days to keep dreaming at
bay.
He sat on the couch flipping through T.V. channels. Next
thing he knew, was that the dream continued...
She was looking at her image in the mirror, when it was
joined by the figure in blue. She turned back to look at
him. What are you doing here, my pretty maid? He said.
Come, its time to go home.
Home? She questioned.
Yes. Were already running late and...just look at you!
Now why would you do that to yourself? Why on earth
would you wear this vomitus piece of rag? He pointed at
the blue silk scarf. Now I know you like this too much, but
honey...this scarf stinks. This shade of blue...you cant pull
this off
But...I...really like it...
Hearing this, his face reddened. He came closer than a
foots distance, looked straight into her eyes, and in a
voice too close to a whisper, said, you. wont. wear. this.
Clear enough?
She grew pale.
On reaching home, they found the house full. They were
late and the party had begun without the host. He didnt
look pleased.
Hey youre here!! a friend chirped. He then addressed
the crowd, Everyone! Our great Gatsbys here. and the
knife into the mouth that had laughed at her, and then
into the eyes that were always staring. He fell on the floor,
desperately trying to grab something, and she left him just
the way he was.
7
She laid her head on the table and stared at the scarf. She
thought about how it wasnt just a scarf anymore, but a
coffin of the shallow notions, the disgusting doll-house,
and the pretty engagement ringshe fell fast asleep on
the table. Soon, she was dreaminga lively woman clad in
blue silk was calling on her, Ali, how do I look?
Like Lily-of-the-Nile, he smiled back.
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