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This Dream Made me Weep

I am given an opportunity to go abroad on a study tour. An uncle of mine is to escort me. Everything is ready and I am thoroughly excited. But one of my friends told me I needed a suit on this long tour. That’s crazy, but if it is important than I need to have one, I think. I don’t have one.

I ask my friends whether they have any. None! Finally, a friend takes me to his friend’s friend who has clothing. I ask him if I could borrow it. A crazy idea by any means, but shit happens in dreams.

“My suit is quite new…” the boy avoids looking me in the eye. And walking away from us, he apologizes “Sorry, I cannot borrow it to you.”

My sky-like hope comes crashing down.

And this morning, I wake up sad and embarrassed. I tell her about my dream. I can no longer hide my tears. She hugs me and consoles me saying it was just a dream. That was of some comfort, for me it was more than a dream; it was a life unknown. I was already wounded by the look of hatred and refusal on the boy’s face. Why would not my uncle buy me the outfit?

If you have nothing, people would never come to help you while in need. That suit I direly wanted in my dream stands as a metaphor for me and my life.

Coming to the office this morning, I was thinking of a Bhutanese proverb: If you live in happiness, even the birds in the sky will flock around you, and if you live in suffering, even your dear son will desert you.

Indeed!

Sometimes dreams can make us weep. But even if I don’t want the trousers, I am going to buy it soon. I know how it feels to be turned down.

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