It started with a one day trip i undertook alone through travels at the 11th hour. I was supposed to go with Nusrath. But i could not meet her and she had given up after waiting the whole day. I had to be with my brother at the railway station. That reminds me of the fine we had to pay, since i had not bought any platform ticket. All my life, i had never bothered about buying platform tickets. Since i mostly traveled alone. So after paying the fine, i was in a bad mood, and decided, whether Nusrath comes or not, I will go alone. I got the last seat in the tour bus. Luckily, i had a chinese gal and her blore friends to befriend. So it boils down the Tipu Sultan summer palace, i saw then. I read that Tipu recorded dreams. Back home, i didn't immediately start it. But i started jotting down my dreams as well regularly. Earlier, i used to jot down my dreams, only if it was outlandish, but now, the first thing, i do is write down my dreams to interpret the messages. That reminds me of Odyssey (or was it that?), the angels sent misleading dreams to the king, who acted accordingly and suffered. But why are not we not supposed to tell our dreams to any kasyap?
Okie coming back, the first thing, i do is mail even before getting out of bed, my bro and sis, my dream, if i don't have any exam or quiz that day. I have my end terms coming in 4 days and here i am wasting my time. I need to get back. Yes'day before i hit the bed, i was flipping through my diary that had entries from Aug 21, 2004. And it was like butterfly effect, as i read through my diary events and my dreams, it unfolded really. The reason, i had taken my diary was to sing along with the Aao na, song, especially the ga ga ri ga ga ri, ga ri ga ma ga ri stuff... and this dreams thing has cost me so many hours. And my dreams had continuation of the dreams i had years earlier. Butterfly effect indeed. You could go back in past into future, but lo, without choice, imposed on you.
