Is this your brother’s home’, Bappamma (Paternal grandmother) asked.
‘Yes Bappamma’, I said.
‘Take me around’, she said
My brother had recently shifted to his apartment given by the steel plant. The previous year he had got employed in Vizag steel plant. In some months my parents too had shifted along with him. But he had got his own apartment that year. I was studying in Mysore and was having my summer vacation. My sister too had come and we were having a nice reunion.
Mom with my sister and her son would sleep in one room. Another room was for my brother. Me and Papa would enjoy watching TV in the hall and would sleep there only.
‘So is this the hall’,Bappamma asked.
‘Yes’, I said and then showed her the rooms, kitchen and the balcony.’The balcony is quite big’, she said, ‘good for drying papads and pickles. Your amma must be happy’.
‘Okay time for me to go’, she said
‘No Bappamma, you can’t go. Stay with us’, I pleaded.
‘No, my dear I can’t stay. My home is elsewhere now’, she said
‘NO……….NO’, I screamed
‘Reema, Reema, get up’…..it was my sister.
‘What happened’. I asked.
‘I saw Bappamma in my dream, you were showing her around the home and then she left’, my sister said.
Saying that I was shocked is an understatement. At the same time both of us had seen the same dream. Was it a coincidence, some extra sensory perception I have never understood. Maybe she came to see if we were fine or maybe we needed a closure.
Over a period of years I have been visited by a number of people who have left the world. My aunt, uncle both have visited me and conveyed some message. But the visit by my Bappamma was the most bizarre one. And it was indeed a dream to remember.
But once I started my spiritual journey these visits gradually stopped. I read somewhere that some lucky people are indeed guided by the Lord in this way . So maybe I am the lucky one. Because these dreams gradually made me yearn to know about the soul and its position in this world.