Preface:
I don’t remember anything what happened till now. I couldn’t
recall even a single thing, no matter how much I tried to recollect. It took
time for me to understand who the people around me are, although they are my
own family members. I don’t understand the reason for my strange behavior.
Everything seems to be numb. What should I do now? How do I react? It’s strange
that I doubt my own name, but I’m responding as usual when someone calls me.
Chapter 1:
Raghav gave a weary look around the place as he was unable
to figure out the right direction. The entire desert was blanketed in blowing
yellow dust. He pulled out the map from his pocket and quickly opened it. But
it flew away from his hands as a strong wind passed by. He ran behind it in tautness.
All of a sudden, a wild sandstorm bobbed out of nowhere. The
entire desert turned into an eerie shade of brownish orange. Raghav stood in
stunned silence. A quick shiver went down his spine. The winds gathered a
massive wall of sand as they came rushing towards him. Dazed, he looked around
for a way out.
“I’m trapped . . .” he
sighed.
He started running backwards as the whole place was shaking.
He lost control and fell down as the winds brusquely pushed him from behind.
His head got buried in sand. Unable to bear the suffocation, he swiftly moved
his hands all over the place for some grip.
“Sameiyono Samoire!! . . . Sameiyono Samoire!! . . .” the
winds whispered with a raspy voice.
Suddenly, Raghav awoke. He realized he was on his bed.
His eyes became wide open and his heart thudded faster, as
he snapped out of his dream. He sat up and coughed out tardily, as he could
feel an occlusion in his dried-out throat. He reached the jug nearby and had
few sips of water. He was in a dither.
“Ah! I can feel better now” as he took a long breath.
An uncomfortable silence filled the whole room. The clock
went tick-tock. One could hear the dogs barking somewhere in the dark.
He could feel the sweat all over his face as he wiped it
with his hands. It took him some time to come out of everything.
Slowly, the dream began to vanish out of his memory. Raghav
knew he wouldn’t be able to remember it for a long time.
“Let me note it down somewhere first.”
He put on the light which was just beside his bed and
quickly moved towards the table nearby. There were books spread all over it.
He pulled out a paper that peeped out of his diary and
started writing all those points he could recollect.
Suddenly, he looked up. “I heard something at the end” he said.
He was unable to
recollect those words. He kept staring at the balled
up photo-frame as he kept thinking.
“...Sámino samoir or -” he said
narrowing his eye lids.
“They were two words for sure . . . but what were they?”
He tapped his finger against his forehead as the words
almost came to his mind.
“Ah!! Sameiyono Samoire…” he exclaimed….. “Yes it is
Sameiyono Samoire…”
He quickly wrote it down and underlined it. He wasn’t sure
whether he had spelled that correctly.
He has heard that for the first time and had no clue of its
meaning.
Slowly, his thoughts had flicked his memories back to his
sixth grade where he was in his classroom listening to Prof. Andrew’s lecture
on “Dreams”. It was a grim rainy day. All the windows were closed. He could
still hear the sound of rain, like tiny fingers tapping over the windowpane.
The professor’s voice echoed out around the room: “Dreams
have something to say . . .” But Raghav was totally reluctant to listen to his
lecture. He was completely lost in the labyrinth of his thoughts.
The Professor suddenly questioned him: “Raghav, can you
please tell me what was the last point we were discussing?”
He stood up, but didn’t utter even a single word.
The Professor continued his lecture giving a stern look at
him. Some of the fellow students made faces at Raghav. But nothing could rile
him.
“Dreams have something to say. It could be a message or a
warning from a known or an unknown source” said the professor.
That was the time,
Raghav actually started listening. “They have no limitations or boundaries. For
example, the message could be from a previous life’s experience that didn’t get
erased from your mind or it could be from any unknown wandering soul trying to
communicate with you.”
All the students were amazed and Raghav too found it
interesting.
“Dreams have been a mystery to mankind ever since Adam first
breathed life. We have only been on the receiving end”, said Prof. Andrew as
the bell rang. All the students left the classroom but Raghav didn’t move. He
kept thinking. Those words had a considerable impact over him.
Suddenly, Raghav got awakened from his reverie by the sound
of his digital clock, as it showed 1:00 am. Although twelve years had elapsed
since he has passed out of school, he still managed to remember everything so
clearly.
He then searched for “Sameiyono Samoire” in the internet. He
wasn’t quite sure whether those words really existed. But to his surprise, a
lot of links got displayed. Most of them were in Greek and Arabic.
He clicked one of those links. The page took time to load.
The scroll bar was reduced to its minimum, indicating it had a lot of pages.
Raghav waited patiently.
On the top was written: “Page 1 of 369”. He scrolled a bit.
“Which language is this?” It contained a lot of symbols and
an unknown script. He quickly scrolled down, as he couldn’t understand anything
written over there. Suddenly, something caught his attention – there was
something written in very small font. He maximized the window and gave a keen
look onto the screen. He was shocked to see what was written over there.
“Funsani ialu saves Raghavan . . .” he read out.
“Oh! My god…” he was shocked. ”Is that my name?”
His heart sank. He scrolled up and down, to see if something
else was written over there. But he couldn’t find anything. “Does this page
have any continuation…” he exclaimed. He was baffled.
Suddenly, the entire room went dark. The power was shut
down. He kicked the table in anger.
“Does this have anything to do with me or was that just
another dream?” He was clueless. Thinking about all what had happened, he
returned back to his bed.
A lot of questions came to his mind. But none were answered.
Slowly his eyes closed and he went off to sleep.
