I am dreaming of writing a fiction.I know it is truly improbable,this fact does not deter me. Keeping this thought in my mind,I go to bed. I am in deep slumber,I feel someone shaking me, I open my eyes I see my Dad looking at me and smiling.I rub my eyes and can only say”What”? ‘My Dad says write your story about me’. I say, ‘what can I write about you’? He says, ‘Everything you remember up to age twelve’, confused I say,’but why age 12,Dad’? He said,’when you were twelve I was no longer with you’. I knew it really is not possible to write a story. I start writing it and magically I complete it with my Dad standing behind smiling. He said,’Ranu you will publish this story’,reluctantly I agreed. Then I felt someone telling me in my ears,’Ranu your story is published’. I opened my eyes immediately,there was no one there.How can it be I said,’it seemed so real’. I related my dream to Evie,my friend,she was elated. she said, ‘even if it happens to be a dream we should celebrate’. ‘Celebrate what’? I said,’there is no reason’,but there is’,she said, ‘your dream will come true,we will practice how to celebrate when it comes true in real life’.
We decorated our living room with all kinds of streamers,ordered a cake from the local bakery,baked some delicious treats.We invited friends and neighbors but were careful not to tell them why we were celebrating.We had a grand time. At the end of the party,Evie burst into a roaring laughter,she said,” I’m sorry I am thinking what are you going to do,if you really write and publish a book”, the friends and neighbors were embarrassed and left without saying anything!