The alarm rang. It was 2 am. At first it was a grating sound, like someone clearing his throat, then the music rang loud and clear: tee...da...dee...daa...deeeee...
I looked around, not quite sure whether I had it right. The clock worked, but the alarm had stopped ringing for almost a year.
Suddenly today, it woke up. As always, I began asking questions...was this a good sign or a bad one? Was it telling me something? Will all the things that do not work now begin to move? Ah, but do I even know what does not work? I have so many pens and have no idea if they write. So many switches, but will they light up the room? Will all the rusted knick-knacks begin to look polished and glimmer with a fire? Will dust disappear from shelves and cobwebs loosen their grip over my ceiling?
Will I? Never mind...
Or is the alarm sound really an alarm? Since I still have the ability to be shocked (if you trust blindly and have dust thrown into your eyes when you open them...), will I be faced with situations that I have no control over? Will I wake up? Will I wake up?? Will I wake up???
I got a cheerful SMS from a friend wishing me a very good morning. I read it a few hours later. What reply could I send? I wrote back, "Jab message padha tab tak dopahar ho gayee. Shaayad anjaane mein morning good hi hogee!"