I opened my eyes with a sense of precaution, my face abashing,
and my fingers sensing the features of my face, rising hastily to my nostrils
to check whether I breathe.
It took a few minutes to recoup conscience, that I had not
fallen from a cliff, as I had dreamt, but just from the bed.
My back hurt, my elbows, even more, but the whimsical look
that he gave, at the fallen- me, hurt the worst.
Now, how do I tell him that
his nagging, unceasing, Just- do- it advices, deluded me to dream of
driving a two wheeler to a mountain??
I climbed back to the bed, assuring myself that I 'll learn to drive, all alone!
