I often dream. And like all other people I promptly forget on waking up. But one dream has stayed with me like a reality. It was a period of time when I was struggling to make my marriage work. And was finding it extremely difficult to cope up with In-Laws pressure, husband’s indifference. I wanted to escape.

But it was not to be. Because as a child it was embibed in me not to buckle under pressure. I dreamt of sitting in my spiritual guides house.(he was no more at that time) There were some cars parked outside. Every one was in best of their attire.

Even his wife was looking radiant in a red and gold sari.(In Indian culture widows wear white or pastel shades.) Nath ji asked me to go and sit in the car. I do as told. I avoid looking at my husband, least he tells me not to go.

On the way Nath ji hand over two sacks to take care of. We all go to an ancient temple. I carry the sacks with me. And we all sit in front of Goddess Durga cross legged.

I keep the sacks near me on the floor. Suddenly I found my husband standing next to me. I looked at him for a fraction of a second. And when I look back, sacks are gone. I look at Nath ji with questioning eyes, he smiles and nod his head. There my dream ends.

It was a symbolic dream. Two sacks were my responsibilities or the burden I was carrying. There disappearance was a signal that I will soon get over any difficulties. And temple and my spiritual guide Nath JI’s presence was a blessing from God. And my husband’s presence along with others was co operation of family and friends. And this dream has proved true.