What a great thing this gift of ‘Life’ is. Every little or huge being has been blessed with this gift though it is not known how many times.

Everything for everyone seems to start from life, if there’s no life there’s no you or me or anyone.

But alas! Only few have cherished this wonderful phenomenon and have lived life to the fullest.

I had always dreamt of being great and leaving a name behind me when I was a kid. But as I grew older I realized the harsh reality of life which had been concealed from me behind the curtain of movies and cartoon shows. How easy it was to think that I’ll become a king of this world one day but today even thinking about that thought seems like a waste of time. All we have to worry about these days is about the kind of money we are making and the number of social media followers we have.

This was the harsh reality of growing up. I had very much accepted this ‘new’ way of leading my life; I was definitely intrigued by this new technology only to realize that this had all been a great disaster in my life. I had finally decided to let go of the ways in which the current generation had been living their lives.

I still remember that it was a Monday morning. It was cold as usual and the dew was still frozen on the grass leaves in my garden. The sun was teasingly rising from the far away mountains, hidden behind them and then all of a sudden glowing with rage.

The dream I had had during my sleep had posed a question towards me, was I living life the right way? Or was I living at all? It made me wonder if I was doing justice to the gift given to me. I had decided not to use social media or mobile phones ever, in that dream. This dream had prompted me to distance myself from the growing technologically advanced but emotionally backward world. I had never noticed how much my behavior had changed till that morning. It made me realize how dead my heart had been.

But after this dream I had changed, or so I thought and when I went to see my parents to talk to them about what had just happened, I was shocked at what I saw in front of my eyes. My mother was crying unstoppably and my papa was trying to console her. Whatever that had happened, it definitely would’ve upset my mother profoundly because I had never seen her cry so loudly. When I went to ask her about what had happened, she wouldn’t answer me and papa wouldn’t look at me either.

I saw my elder sister sitting on the floor with her head wrapped around her knees, I asked her what happened?  No reply yet again.  I was getting annoyed now and frustrated too. I wondered what could have possibly happened.

As soon as I entered the hall, I saw people in white clothes sitting in front of a picture and crying. Now it struck me that somebody had died. But who had died? All my family members & friends were sitting here and they were crying as if they had lost someone very close to them.  Well the only way to find out the person who had died was to have a look at the picture. So, I started walking towards the photograph that was placed in front of the crowd.  

At first I couldn’t believe what I was looking at.

How could it be possible? This was the strangest thing I had ever seen.

 ‘but…., uhhhh.. . how could it happen…’. I was speechless but still I wanted to ask a lot of questions.

But there was no need to ask any question, all the answers were right in front of me. 

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The picture was of an ant…. I had finally understood that this was all going to end soon and I’ll wake up in a moment or two, but to my astonishment that didn’t happen instead everyone looked shockingly towards me. They were surprised to see that there were no tears in my eyes even though I had just lost the eldest ant of the house. But from the world where I came from humans would only cry when they lose one of their own family member or friends or sometimes their pet, but they would never grieve over a dead ant because thousands of them die every second.  So, what’s the point I asked of feeling sad about a dead ant?

Nobody answered me.

I think nobody needed to. I had realized what I had just said. I deeply regretted saying that.

I finally realized that each and every life matters no matter how big or small they are. If we humans think too big of ourselves then I think we need to be reminded that there might just be another creature that’d be bigger than us and who wouldn’t even think a second before killing us and not even feeling the guilt to had done so. This was probably the first time I had discovered death in my life and this was also the first time I had encountered humanity in my whole life.

So what if only in a dream?