First Chapter

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.