I dreamt I was in India, in my aunt’s family home.
But to me it was not a dream and it felt real.
I was walking through the corridor that connected to the living room and there was my mother’s aunt, uncle and cousin. They were all there having fun. They then asked me to call my grandmother from the other room.
I looked at them with an odd expression because I know that she had passed away*. But I went to the bedroom and she went about her business in the most natural way possible. She turned to me and said she has been alive all along but she was just resting. I then woke up and felt sad.
*she had been dead for 11 years
DIYA MITRA
