The White strand

I have been walking since an hour, and as I saw the time, I felt tired. I saw a bench nearby and dropped on it for some rest. I stretched my arms, extended my neck on the bench and closed my eyes. It was twilight time and wind was flowing. It was getting cooler and I was able to feel it with the gales passing by. I was going semiconscious. I know I was about to dream…

I saw couple of hands one of a girl and other of a guy holding a white strand. They were holding it tight as if a tap on the thread will break it. It appeared as if in my dream I was watching this sitting to a side. Someone asked me to give a analogy for the scenario. The impromptu was love or a emotional relation.

I continued to narrate... When both the hands are in perfect sync, the relation is going on well, as I said a tap on it can break it, the hands need to be careful as a tap comes closer. Sometimes the right hand tries to pull the thread towards it and sometimes the other. The thread doesn’t seem comfortable when either of the hands do that.. so as a relation does when one tries to influence.

There were colors sprinkled on the thread and the thread started taking the color of it. One hand tried to move away the thread the other did not.. the other hand panicked and so does the thread and so a relation.

Suddenly the guy’s hand started moving closer, the other hand was just still. The thread was relaxed and felt it can take any stretch. It appeared as if the moving hand waited for the other hand to react, as there was no response it moved back. Wish the hand had a mouth to tell the other. The hand went back to its previous position increasing the tension.

There were colors sprinkled again this time both the hands managed to have a minimum impact on the white color of the thread.

This time the girl’s hand moved closer and it saw the same fate as the guy’s hand. I felt the hands were upset and started pulling the thread towards their direction. One stage it appeared as if the thread will break, I recollected when people tried to pull the relation thread towards themselves and the thread broke.

I was worried the thread might break, but the hands started coming closer and the strand was relaxing. The hands almost came to a stage where they were touching each other. Forget about the thread the hands were not going to leave each other.

This time when the color was sprinkled, it almost had no impact on the thread. The hands realized the relation is as delicate as thread and it’s color is it’s quality. Looked as if the hands were sure what they want to do, maintain the color of the thread and leave it tension free.

The person who asked me to narrate this started clapping…. And I got up. I learnt the lesson for myself, this dream taught me a new attitude, I couldn’t stop running to her, thanking the bench and saying “Bye for now!”