4k dreaam

Author: ekrishnachaitanya2004

src/data/blog/Dream2.md

@@ -0,0 +1,88 @@
+---
+author: Krishna Chaitanya
+pubDatetime: 2022-10-04T03:23:00
+title: Sometimes I Think I Can Dream in 4K
+slug: Dream5
+featured: False
+draft: false
+tags:
+  - KHC
+  - dreams
+  - harshi
+  - albn
+  - abhi
+  - foot-twist
+  - good-dream
+description:
+  A broken leg, a classroom full of eyes, and then her. Harshi. Not a blur, not a dream—just real. And her gesture, telling me to calm down… That moment, that look—I can never forget.
+---
+
+Sometimes, I feel like my dreams are more real than reality. Every detail, every frame—so clear. But no sound. Like watching a muted movie in perfect quality. Yesterday, I had one of those dreams. It felt like I was actually there.
+
+And I just can’t forget it. Even after the whole day.
+
+---
+
+At first, everything is blur. I can’t see properly. But I look down. My legs… they don’t look right. The veins are popping out, like something is broken inside. My hands are shaking. I am crying.
+
+But no pain.
+
+I look up. So many eyes on me. My whole class. Staring. Whispering. I feel strange. I’m sitting on the teacher’s Bench. Why am I here? What’s happening?
+
+And then… I see her.
+
+Harshi.
+
+She’s in the third-last bench. Looking straight at me.
+
+Everything else is still blurry, moving like an illusion. But Harshi… she is clear. Too clear. Like she doesn’t belong in the dream.
+
+For a second, I forget everything. The broken legs, the class staring.
+
+All I can think is—does she feel sad for me? Or not?
+
+And then… I wake up.
+
+---
+
+But the dream stays with me.
+
+Because it wasn’t just a dream. It was a memory.
+
+4th class. Albin. That idiot. Climbing up a ladder, sliding down with one hand, laughing like a hero. I saw him, and I thought, I can do that too.
+
+So I climbed.
+
+I slid.
+
+And then—twist. Crack. Fall.
+
+Pain. So much pain.
+
+I was on the ground, screaming. My leg was gone. I couldn’t move. Tears. Panic. Everything spinning.
+
+Albin and Abhi picked me up, dragging me to the classroom. One hand on each of their shoulders. I was half-hanging, half-walking.
+
+My mom ran in. Worried. Talking. Trying to calm me down. My teacher made me sit next to her, telling me, “It’s okay, it’s okay.” But I couldn’t stop crying.
+
+And then. Harshi.
+
+She was just sitting there. Not scared. Not shocked. Just watching.
+
+And then she smiled.
+
+Not a big smile. Just a small one. Like she was telling me, “Calm down. It’s fine.” Just with her eyes, her face, her tiny hand gesture.
+
+And somehow, that moment stuck with me.
+
+Even now, after all these years…
+
+I don’t know why. But I can’t forget it.
+
+Maybe because… She is haunting me.
+
+Like a ghost.
+
+But she’s not dead.
+
+Or maybe… the Harshi I knew is.