We were chatting together on a pleasant morning and had a hearty laugh just when my dad got a phone call and went aside to talk. We paused and struggled to get a long breath and calm ourselves. After a few minutes he got back and we just had general discussions about things that happened that week. We then dispersed. Dad and I set out to buy a few things from down the lane. On our way back, some noise that I heard, really horrified me. There were three men in a parking lot, out of which I knew one. He used to work around and do odd society jobs at times. They were fighting over not such a petty thing, I suppose. We stopped there for a while and watched. In the next minutes, the man I knew was given a hit and fell to the ground with his hand bleeding, a bit.
I looked at dad to see that he had walked off already. I ran after and narrated the incident. He had no words. What really was happening there? Neither did he know nor did I. Was it sensible to let them sort what they had or go ourselves and interrupt? Or maybe just call the cops saying a man was wounded in a fight? We were in a fix. Dad said, “I’ll see what we can do”, and asked me to go ahead. Deeply lost in those thoughts and the certainty of its occurrence itself drove me to a place, I had never been before. It was maybe a few kilometres ahead of my destination. All newly constructed huge glass establishments with a polished ambiance.
I walked ahead until I saw my own reflection in the blue waters. Finding myself standing amidst two swimming pools and a beautiful pathway in between, I looked up to the sky. I wondered. I had just seen something devastating and now I see some beauty. I didn’t know whether I even felt awful or was I awestruck. I was just blank looking up at the sky, trying to find someone in there and talk, ask. Ask why there were these horrible things in life when we can really make it so beautiful. My lashes blinked and the eyes caught sight of colourful flags that we hoisted there. They were vibrant, showing life and joy. Maybe also representing some country, community or religious society. I saw all colours, standing tall with their own strengths. But not a single white.
It somewhere made me believe the variety, the differences but no peace and acceptance there. As I was introspecting and having these deep conversations within, I heard voices shout, “Move!! Run faster! Save your life…!” I ran with the mob. On reaching a safer place, all of them started disguising. They tore open some masks, started to wear them. Many wore some other clothing and accessories. Not understanding what they tried to portray, I stood there paranoid. My mind wouldn’t understand what this human race was all about. A race which provoked so much ego, hatred, selfishness with zero traces of love and understand for humanity as a whole. It had no face and it knew no face!
I felt each one of us was living it. We are, daily. But more than a competitive one, the second meaning of race (as in, humans as homo sapiens) would be appreciated as they always help each other. There is no existence of mankind, when man isn’t really kind enough to one another. Within minutes there was a blast and all of us were dead. That’s when I came to life, that’s when I woke up from the crazy dream and thought, ”Thank God, it was just a dream” A start of the day couldn’t have been as eventful. It was a probable after-effect of watching similar incidences in the news. That morning I just prayed for peace, love and joy in the whole world. Nobody could have asked for more..