and wid my every act sombody had in a very beautiful handwritting made some notes.... and somehow i knew these notes were mady by a lady for sure...the notes were in red colour and were not very tidy... but every note made it clear that how have i hurt her by my acts... some acts hurt her more and some less...i could feel the pain in her notes.... but her notes were taken as if taken by a distant spectator... whom i was ignoring all this time or was keeping a distance.... i couldn't make out who she was...
as i was going down my acts one by one i felt the pain in her notes increase.... and the red fine writting was now becoming thicker in wieght....in the bottom the writting i couldn't understand coz it was all so thick as if somebody had written in blood and it was flowing down...i got so restless and uneasy thinking about the pain i had caused to that lady.... i was full of guilt and remorse.... i wanted to do something but i didn't know what... i knew not who was that lady... and why was she not coming to me and telling me straightaway....why was she noting it all down
and going through so much pain....the uneasy feeling i couldn't bear....
as i walked backwards and the vision was more wider now i saw that paper was resting on the front of a tall marble statue...
this is was all that i saw and i still have an uneasy feeling of pain that i have caused to somebody... without knowing that what i'm doing might effect her so much... i tried to figure out who it might be... one whom i have ignored so much... and for so long... and i reached nowhere...
well... one thing is for sure.... it was just a dream....
