It rarely happens that I start a blog post with the title already decided. ‘Life before Birth’- I thought this is a good title to begin with, against the usual- ‘life after death’ epithet- although how much it justifies this post I wouldn’t know until I finish it over the next few minutes.
Hold on, this is NOT about the philosophical theory of life and death and rebirth nor is it about the Egyptian belief or anything like that. Although yeah, some parts of this might actually be signifying something in those orders. I am sure you are going to enjoy the humour of this because this is simply about a 'dream'.
When I was young, I used to have a dream a lot many times. One dream, numerous nights. And I remember it distinctly till date: it was a battle scene. There was a war going on. There were bunkers made on the border (just like in the film Border, one of my most favourite films till date) and the enemy was taking over. A group of armed soldiers kept running and shooting. I am watching it all from a third-person perspective. Suddenly I am on top of a huge wall, probably a high bunker. The story is now unfolding in a first-person narrative. This is when I realise that I am a small kid and I am scared and crying. The enemy reaches near me and point their guns towards me. I wake up.
Yeah, that’s it.