My First Car...

I don't know exactly when the thought of buying a car came to my mind but it could be during one of the rides I took in my friend's car. She had an old model toyota corona and we used to hang around together most of the time and go for long drives along with other friends. It was around that time that I always used to dream about all types of vehicles and in the dream I used to be always in a situation that I had to drive the car though I did not know how to drive one.

Dreams were frequent and the only change was the scenario and the type of vehicle. Sometimes it used to be a Landcruiser, sometimes just a car, sometimes a Jeep etc etc. I even saw myself riding a bike and a scooter. The road used to be rough, sometimes uphill, sometimes downhill and sometimes plain. At times I used to be alone and sometimes with a friend or a family member.

This continued till the time I started learning how to drive. After that when the time came for me to buy a car, my dad did not allow me to buy a second hand. I had wanted to buy a second hand car of foreign model but he insisted that buying that would be wastage of money since maintenance would be high and spare parts would not be readily available in the market. He wanted me to buy Indian car of the latest model. So in the end, we ended up buying as per my dad's wish. I had saved some money myself and my parents helped me with some and I bought the car with hard cash. It was like a dream come true for me and an achievement at such a young age. I have still not sold the car since I have got attached to it and will keep it as long as I can though I have another vehicle now. It is still in good condition. And since then I have not dreamt of driving cars again!



Was it my Past Life?

I found myself among the lush green valley with terraced rice fields. I was among a group of girls and boys who had come to visit the place. It looked like we were on a school tour. But when we came upon a ruined house, suddenly I had a feeling that I had been to that place before and everything seemed so familiar to me. I even knew how the house looked like when it had seen its better days. I even told my friends that I had been to this place before. Then everything went into a flashback for me like in the movies.

I was the one who stayed in that house which was now in ruins. I was a teenager and I was walking along a path and suddenly I felt somebody hold my hand. I could not see his face but I somehow knew that person and was happy to be with him. We walked together holding our hands for quite sometime. After sometime he was no more with me and I was walking alone. I was lost in his thoughts, happy to have met him and may be was returning home when suddenly a bus came from nowhere in front of me and ran over me. I had no time to escape since the road was too narrow and I was thrown off the road after hitting the bus. I screamed and I could feel piercing pain in my legs and could not move my legs.

It was at that moment that I woke up and found that I was still screaming. I had seen a dream but it was so real that I could remember every single detail clearly from the dream. I saw this dream when I was in school but I can still recollect it even today. I wondered then and I wonder now whether it had something to do with my past life. The interesting thing or the unbelievable thing is that when I got married years later and went to his village, the scenery was something similar to what I had seen in my dream. The whole experience was nostalgic to me.