Full2 Faltu will soon have 400th post. It has been a long journey and reaching 400 is a milestone in itself. I may not have a big fan base considering the fact that I am a lazy bum who takes almost no efforts to promote this site. But still some readers come again and again to read for reason best known to them. Some of the readers have inspired many post here. For more than 300 post, they have been reading what was written by me. Now its their turn to be in the driver seat. I had invited some guest writers to write for Full2 Faltu. I did not have a big list as I was looking for those readers who do not have a blog of their own. Sometimes even the readers want to say something. Some of the readers obliged, actually, I had to threaten them in different ways. Listing the second one in the series by Monica. The first one was by Vijay.
Monica is not new to Full2 Faltu. She was the first and only guest writer on Full2 Faltu for a very long time. Between the last time she wrote on Full2 Faltu and now, she started her own blog in Spanish and English. She wrote a lot about the Indian events in her home town. Updating two blogs at the same time took a toll on her blogs and she closed down after quite an impressive number of posts. She attempts fiction for the first time. She is very good at reporting and describing events.
Handing over to Monica. Post Number 397
A short story
She woke up. She had had that dream once again. It was only rarely that she had that kind of dream, but whenever it happened it always made her feel sad during the following hours or even days. The dreams always seemed so real that she would believe it was happening for sure, until she inevitably had to wake up and realize it would be very unlikely that something like that would happen. Why did she keep dreaming such things even after so many years? The human mind is strange. She was always fascinated about some of her dreams and had many times wondered what certain symbols could mean. She even bought a book about the meaning of dreams once. But this was not one of those strange dreams. Its meaning was very clear to her, it was not necessary to contact that radio programme she was once addicted to, in which a psychologist analyzed his listeners’ dreams.
The structure of the dream was always the same:
She was walking in the street when suddenly bumped into one of her hostel best friends from her time at university. Sometimes it was Sonia, sometimes her sister Sandra and other times it was Lara. She had not seen them for many years and when she found any of them in the dream, she started talking about how much she had missed her and wanted to tell her so many things that she would not let her friend open her mouth. She wanted to hug her and go somewhere where they could talk. It was then when the dream used to finish and it annoyed her so much. Firstly because it seemed so real that she had completely believed she was living that experience, and secondly because she never got to hear her friend’s response to her excitement.
The last times she had had that kind of dream it was a step further, and in her dreams she would tell her friend that she had dreamt of meeting her like that many times and could not believe it was happening after all. This was of course, one of the things that made the dream more real. And also made her even more furious when waking up.
Her agony was not getting to know if they had missed her as much as she had. Did they ever by any chance dream of her the same way she dreamt of them? She remembered Sandra was also fascinated about dreams and would tell her about her dreams when they were having breakfast together in the morning. Would it be possible that Sandra ever dreamt of her nowadays? And if she did… didn’t she wake up feeling at least a bit nostalgic? Why didn’t she pick up the phone and call her? She knew it was impossible for her to contact both her and her sister Sonia because they had moved to another house after they parted. Could it be that they had lost her number during the removals? Would they be okay? She realized that if anything horrible had happened to them or if something happened to her in the future, they would never know.
On her way to work she started remembering about the past…
She had left home on several occasions before, but never for a long time – a month at the most. This time it was for real. She didn’t know a single person in the city and it was a big city. She was not used to such huge cities, would she ever get used to it? But she could not back out now. Besides, she had worked very hard in order to be admitted in that university and she was proud of herself for that. But she was terribly scared..
The first night at the hostel was a hard experience, being as shy as she was. She had always found it difficult to break the ice with someone she didn’t know, but she behaved completely different when she was amongst friends. She had to start from scratch again. She would never forget that night, when she went downstairs to have dinner after her parents had left. She had been crying when alone in her room and had a lump in her throat. She chose a table randomly. The girls sitting there knew each other from previous years and introduced themselves to her. There were three Japanese girls who were also new. She would have never guessed that those few girls sitting by that table that night would become some of her best friends for years. Several weeks afterwards they would be very close friends and share fun and bad moments. They taught her all they knew about the city: places to go, what to visit, where to buy, where to eat… They were the ones she saw first thing in the morning and the last people too see before going to bed. They became her family. The following months they would laugh remembering about her first night at the hostel and the image they got from her, which was completely different from the one they had when she felt more confident.
She had never met anyone like Sandra, Sonia and Lara or Aiko, Suki and Leiko. There was a time when they needn’t say how they felt, they knew just by looking at each other. They had many things and values in common and were aware that they were extremely lucky to have met under those circumstances. They had seen her cry many times and she had seen them cry too. Also, she had laughed and enjoyed as never before. She was comfortable with them and never had to worry about what they would think of her. They never judged each other. For her, that was truthful friendship.
Remembering those things always brought a smile to her face, but at the same time she felt desolate thinking that she had lost contact with Sandra, Sonia and Lara. How much she wished she could share her problems and joys with them now and listen to theirs too.
She reached the office, switched on the computer and started replying to Suki’s email. She and Aiko had many times asked her if she had had any news from the rest of the group. Her answer was always negative. They stopped asking her about them after some time, possibly noticing that this always made her feel miserable. Life is strange… There they were, communicating after so many years in spite of the distance, whereas she had completely lost contact with those from her own country. She had not seen Aiko, Suki and Leiko for even a longer period of time, as the three of them had left the country when the rest of the girls were still in the hostel. However, she knew their friendship would always be alive, even if they had to rely on the Internet or the post for that purpose. She hopes one day the four of them can meet and spend some time together, maybe in Japan. Perhaps she should look on the bright side of things for a change, and instead of feeling miserable for not knowing about the rest of the group, be proud to still be in touch with her Japanese friends. And maybe one day, as she is walking in the street, her other dream might come true…