Pictures...

The picture moved slow. It was shaded grey and blue and white. Maybe this is what dreams must be like in 3D.

A lady was sitting in a park bench, watching the crowd, the passer-bys. Her eyes fell to a young family walking towards her. Young, happy family.

The father looked familiar. She kept searching in her head for his data file. The two children; the older one is a son, he looks just like his father, a bit shy and bookish. But his eyes emanates strength in them. The younger one, a cute little girl. Her eyes sharp, and they showed brilliance. She is far more lively than her brother. She’s fair skinned and blushing red all over from running too much.

The lady kept looking and finally her eyes met the wife’s. She kept looking for any signs of warmth towards her. There were none. They did not know each other.

The family was happy. And they walked passed her as if she was invisible. As if they didn’t know her. They didn’t. At least most of them didn’t.

The father glanced sideways, and his eyes met hers. They were locked for a second or two. A tiny smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. And he moved on.
He did know her. He did. Too well, in fact.
And her search in her data file was complete. She recognized him.

It was a face she buried in her memories years back. A face she strived to forget. A face she thought she’d never see again, yet she did.

He was happy. He had a beautiful and happy family.
She was happy. She finally could get over him. And moved on with her life.

The lady stood up, glanced at the young family one more time. The husband saw hear leave and smiled at her. She smiled back. For the last time.
She walked farther from them.

Then suddenly, the picture went blank.
She woke up. She was inside her own dream. Or was it?


She realized, all she wishes now is for him to be happy.
Even if she’s not in the picture.
Even if she has to remain as a stranger.
Even if it means she shatters her lifetime dream, and make do with the new ones.
Even if it means she cannot hold him by her side, forever.

But she will stock bits of memories of him in her head. And in her head, she will play her own little version of their happiness.

In her head alone, he will be happy, with her…