BIJU'S DREAM





Hearing the annoying announcement that his train was late, Biju decided to enjoy a quick snooze, on the hard stone bench provided in the station. During this short nap, Biju had a strange dream- that a small girl was pleading for his help, “Please sir, help me. I am scared.”

The dream seemed so real and weird that Biju got up with a start and looked around him anxiously. He breathed in relief knowing that it had been just a dream. There were no girls of that age to be seen on the platform.

 As he was recovering from this weird daydream, a train chugged in. Since it was not Biju’s train, he did not get up from his bench. But as the coaches were rolling past, he was shocked to see a little girl in one of the coaches, sitting between two people… apparently her parents… looking remarkably like the girl in his dream. Biju started sweating at this apparition appearing twice within minutes. It took some time for him to recover, but as the train left the station, he again felt relieved, dismissing it as a freak coincidence.

He was about to settle down with a steaming cup of tea and the day’s newspaper when he heard her voice, this time not in a dream, “Please sir, can you help me. I am scared.”

In a state of shock, Biju listened in a daze as she proceeded to state how she had jumped from the train just after it started, to escape her kidnappers.
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