The man of my dreams

Chapter 1

I pick up my phone and write a story on w*****d. Still, no one is reading my story. I sigh and keep my phone aside. I go to the living room where mumma and dadda are waiting for me. I yell good morning to mumma over dramatically to not let her know that something is bothering me and give a high five to dadda.

My parents are open minded. Dadda promised me that he will not think about my marriage till I am 24, not like mumma who was married to dadda at 18 but I have decided, I will drive every guy selected by my parents away and not marry till I am 26... ;-)

I am still thinking of this dream. I got it the first time when I was in first standard. My life was like this:

I was an insomniac child. So, I barely used to sleep at night and questioned dadda whenever he used to turn towards mumma. Result, it took 4 years for them to produce my younger sister Sharanya. Mumma used to have cold whenever she used to wake up early. So, dadda used to get me ready when I was in Jr and Sr. Kg. He daily used to pick me up and take me to the bathroom, wet my body and asked me to wash myself. I used to ask him daily that if he does my every work, then why doesn't he apply soap to my body. But I was ignored daily. So, I stopped asking.

I used to see dadda grabbing mumma's chest at night and used to do the same with my tiny chest but I never felt anything and also mumma used to scold me whenever I did that; so I stopped doing that. I used to fall off the bed and I rarely even woke up from the intensity of the fall. Dadda used to hear the sound and once again used to place me on the bed.

So, the effect of all this was that once I was in first standard and they could afford a 2 BHK House, my self confidence had turned into over confidence and I demanded that I should sleep in my separate bedroom. They agreed because the bed was still not bought and we used mattress at that time in my room, so I couldn't fall. It will never affect me anyways. I will not even feel it.

After that, I got an unusual dream. A beautiful girl was crying because a big bad man was hurting her. She was beautiful. I wanted to beat that man but I couldn't do anything. So, I just watched him silently do what dadda used to do with mumma but through her painful expressions, I knew that it was hurting her. She was crying but still she was looking beautiful.

When I was in eighth standard, the husband of my tuition teacher molested me and in the tenth standard, a peon of my coaching classes also did the same. I didn't do anything in eighth standard because I didn't know what was happening with me but in the tenth standard, I knew that whatever it was, it was disgusting. So, I complained about him and he was fired at that day itself.

And I also got the same dream since my childhood many times and today, it was the same...

Well anyways, nice to meet you (-: