But I had a strange dream while I was unconscious.
In the dream
'Aahh! Where am I?'
Everything was white. Even the place where I was standing was white. It is as if I am floating.
'Oh my! You are a grown-up now since I last saw you when you were just five years old.'
'Who are you? Show yourself to me. Where am I? Am I dead? Am I in heaven?'
'No, dear. It is a place that is situated between the mortal world and the heaven.'
'Then, am I on my way to heaven?'
'No, dear. I am sorry to tell you that you die and go to heaven right now.'
'Then?'
'You are chosen as the only person who can save those people who died in the plane crash accident. You have been given an hourglass. The last time you used it, you saw that you traveled back only thirty minutes to the past. However, the time will increase as you grow until you become fifty years old.'
'Can I ask you something?'
'Yes, of course.'
'You just now told me that I am chosen to save the lives of those innocent people who died in that plane crash. Can I ask you, why?'
'Well, about that, you have to find your answer to your question by yourself. By now I can only tell you that you are not the only person who got regressed back from the day of the accident. There is one more soul which got regressed back with you. However, his soul got interchanged with another person you might know.'
'Who is that?'
'He loves in hush, where soft stars gleam,
A tender heart within a dream.
He stays in glow, both near and true,
Forever warm—in love with you.
He is with you but far from you.
It's time you find him, breaking through the wall.'
The surroundings slowly started to be darkened.
'Wait! What do you mean by that? Who are you talking about? Who loves me with such a warm heart apart from my parents and friends? Wait!'
And I woke up. I regained my consciousness and heard everything about what happened.
After about one week, I was released from the hospital and was advised to rest at least for 3 weeks before my next checkup of the wound.
The reactions of my parents whenever they entered my room only show how shocked they are about what happened. The police officers and the detective who came to question me about the incident are still with no clue about the person who tried to kill me.
However, apart from all of these, I still can't understand the true meaning of the dream. I don't know who the person speaking with me in that dream was, but it looks like it was a God. It is realistic to think that I directly talked with God that day in my dream. However, I can't understand the puzzle of the poem that God told me that day.
(In my mind) 'Who is this guy who loved me without greed and lust but with a tender heart? Wait, is it Bhaskar? But he forgot about me. How could you remember that he used to love me as far as he said during my school days? Shall I test him?
(To be continued)