intro 1

….Leave me!,

I wish if  I could just shake them off me, they were too strong, and there were three of them.

I was being dragged over the floor, all I could see was the false ceiling and lights on them, there were a few smoke/fire sensors too.

I could feel something hard supporting my back, a strong and cold one, but not as soft as my bed. It was a concrete slab I was laid on, I could feel the chillness.

I was in half sleep, or may be unconscious.

But I could see a vague face, I could realize I am in a hospital, or sort of, someone wearing a surgical mask, was holding a syringe or something.

I could feel a stinging pain sort of an injection on my wrist.

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I woke up.. I was on my bed.. I could barely believe that it was a dream.

The injection, suddenly I checked my wrist , all I could find was a swelling and it was itching like I was bitten by a mosquito.

How awful….

It is always amazing how we connect our dreams to reality. I checked my watch for time. I still have the luxury of 2 hours to sleep before it hit the time for my regular PT at 6.00 AM.

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My phone was ringing..

Still under my quilt I reached out for my phone.

‘hello,’

‘Mann, you still there? Why did you miss your PT?’ it was the familiar voice of Sathish. But it gave a  sudden bolt of shock.

I missed my PT ?? I sat up on my bed. The room was fully lit up, and the wall clock was showing 8.15.

‘Hey are you gonna miss the training class as well ?’

‘Thank you Sathish for waking me up.’ Will reach there at time.

I was kind of shivering in the chilling breeze… but more concerned about my horrible dream and the way I was sleeping after that.

I have never missed my Alarm and so was my PT.

Punctuality was the main concern at our school of defense, as we were learning how to protect our country here.

-tbc-