On a Rainy Day

On a rainy day, I was hearing the sound of rain drops but I when I looked out of the window the sky was clean and sunny. I deviated my thoughts to ‘the’ moment of my life. All those chairs were occupied, the mike was set , looking at the notebooks and pens I heard my name being announced , thinking of how far I have come I began climbing the staircase of the dais. I could see all producers and creative directors of the Indian television industry, anxiously waiting to hear me speak about how they did it all wrong.
As I began transferring my thoughts into speech a strange noise overlapped my content and  I realized that no one could hear what I was speaking (not even me). It was like a mute video…. I didn’t know what was happening . I got so irritated with the sound that closed my eyes and covered my ears with my hands when something pricked me.  Spontaneously I opened my eyes only to realize that it were my own nails and I was dreaming…..  Everything around me had changed apart from two details – The sound of rain and the irritating sound that made my dream mute. I saw my phone flashing under my bedsheet  and then all the loose ends connected. I could see the mobile flashing but had to turn the whole bedsheet upside down to reach it,