A dream

In my dream, I was in a bus, to destination unknown. The journey was amazing. The bus drove through a tea estate, through a cold rainy Bangalore like weather. I took a deep breath of fresh air.

The journey continued to a scene change. Now, on either side were tall trees with dark green foliage. The bus picked up speed and came to a sudden halt. A huge tree fell, blocking the road. Calls were made to get the trunk removed, but the work would take atleast 5 hours. 

So I walked on. I saw friendly elephants and bears that didn’t attack me. I climbed a Jamoon tree, picked fruits.  Walked on bare feet, as my shoes vanished magically. 

The soles of my feet and toes were dripping blood. As I walked on, I saw a tree that grew guitars as fruits. I plucked one that read TAYLOR. Then I saw another tree, it had my friends and family as fruits. I walked past them and saw another tree with my students hanging on as fruits. We played some music together, and I said my goodbyes to them reluctantly. Then I saw a humongous  tree, big leaves, lots of shade. It had it’s presence, but the fruits were already picked.