There are times in life when you aren't sure of anything, times when you feel betrayed by your own senses. This certainly seemed to be one. At first, I thought this was an ordinary dream with part of me sleeping peacefully while another part of me was involved in dream adventures.I've had such dreams before where I knew I was dreaming and understood that in the morning I'd remember everything and would smile and reflect upon these mysteries. But what I was now experiencing seemed so real that I instinctively knew this was much more than a dream.
I continued staring at the people approaching me. It was Pandayji who had called my name and there, next to him, was Mardai. She seemed as young and beautiful as the day we were married many, many years ago. She put her arm around me and said, ?I bet you're surprised. I'm so happy that we can be together again, even though it's only for a short while.?
?It's so good to see you. I've missed you terribly over the years,? I said. ?I do see you from time to time in my dreams, but I don't ever remember seeing you as clearly as now. Infact, this doesn't even seem like a dream.? I thought how quickly one accepts and adapts to events in dreams.
?It's not a dream, my dear John,? she smiled sweetly, ?it's as real as you are. But it won't last very long and it won't happen again like this for quite a number of years. Let's go see the kids.? As she said this, the brightness of the scene dimmed to that of a lovely, pale moonlight, bright enough to see by, but not so bright as to be uncomfortable.
?Kids? What kids?? I asked in surprise.
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?What are our kids doing here? And how come Pandayji is here?? I questioned.
Before she could answer, I saw Malika and Jonathan in the moonlight. ?Hi Dad,? shouted Malika, ?we wanted to surprise you, but Jonathan gave it away.?
?No Dad,? Jonathan countered, ?she spoiled the sur- prise. Mom told us you'd be here.?
I greeted them as if this sort of thing occurred everyday. Rather puzzled, I asked, ?Your mom told you I'd be here??
?Oh yes,? said Malika, ?we visit with Mommy often. She tells us lots of things whenever we see her.? I knew I shouldn't have asked.
They walked over to chat with Pandayji. I looked at them, then at Mardai and thought that this is the first time in years I've seen the entire family together. While part of me knew this meeting was temporary, I wanted to soak up and relish every moment.
?They seem so happy,? said Mardai. ?In a way, I never really left them. I visit whenever I can and I still try to teach them as much as possible. They're used to meeting me like this. I never left you, either. Malika and Jonathan will probably remember this event in different versions of a dream. Pandayji will also have vague recollections of a dream. Right now he is discussing some important matters with Marla and Gideon.?
?They know each other?? I asked.
?Of course, they do,? she replied, ?many of us belong to the same large family and we get together from time to time to catch up with what's been going on. Pandayji has always been like a brother to us. Don't you remember how he helped during the complex adoption procedures for Malika and Jonathan? Without him, I doubt whether we could have accomplished such a giant task. When the judge issued the final adoption decrees, Marla and Gideon were standing right behind him. Then there's the one known as Butch. A unique bond exists between the two of you that creates magic in other's lives. All of us have known each other forever, it seems. And there are others whom you may not recognize at first, but who are, nevertheless, a part of our reality.?
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John Harricharan has sinced written about articles on various topics from Web Development, Religion and Web Development. Lecturer, entrepreneur and MBA business consultant, John Harricharan is the author of the award-winning book, "When You Can Walk on Water, Take the Boat."