Son Not So Good

During this week long stay at village, my every night were filled with strange dreams.
Many threads and each were in activation simultaneously; coherent, non interfering to others as if daily routine were done from the point where they were left the day last. My dear ones, who have left this visible world, they just appeared as if they were real ones.

Strange though it is, I too participated & lived every night with them. But never shared my night experiences with day light friends. It was of no use, as no one would believe me or I may be categorized otherwise.

It has always been a dream to meet our loved ones departed. And who would not love to. So was I enjoying every bit of it. Lovely mom and others, so near, so close and above all I been shared. Oh God ! I had mother's ear for this one week.

But day light anguish were mine. I could never know that by the first ray of the day light, why & where they go ?

My village home is a large structure, just suitable to have a big joint family in. Its front facing a large mango grove and a quiet big pond in its back. It is so deep that a number of kids have lost their lives by accidental slip & drowning in its past history years. Villagers say these lost ones are all visible-as they are all unsatisfied & unlived souls; just as a dark midnight clock strikes twelve.
It has always been a puzzle to me. Midnight souls, I never came across if any. But losing my night visitors, kept me on suspecting that they all go to hiding there in the deep pond within.

But my mom wont do that for sure. She must be hiding to me somewhere else. May be angry with his son not so good !