I had the weirdest dream today which was absolutely so surreal. My dream was kinda long.the starting of the dream was oh-so fuzzy. I don't remember a thing. The ending of the dream was the onlt part i could remember. The only part could remember was walking into my grandmother's house.On my dad side. I walked in the house and it was packed with people. There were a family which i don't recognize occupying the table at the porch.Probably some uncle's friends . Mind you my dad had 13 other siblings so those friends could be any friends of either one of them. I was totally ignored by all of them at the porch. I walked into the house and the hall was occupied by a group of men. My dad was migling with them so i assumed they were his friends. Once again ,i was ignored.Even appa ignored me.So i made my way through this group of men to the area near the dining table. Dropped my bag on the floor. And i saw an uncle of mine sitting near the dining table , near the house phone. That uncle was none other than .............Uncle Veloo. Right, if you guys don't know my family that well, uncle veloo is the eldest among my grandmother's 14 children. My dad's eldest brother. My grandmother was probably 14 or 15 when she gave birth to my uncle.He was sitting there and there was an almost empty glass with water on his lap. I told him that i'll take his glass away to put it in the kitchen as i don't want the glass to fall off from his lap and shatter into pieces. He stopped me and said " I can handle this by myself, Thank you" in perfect speech.Well,i started to cry and hugged him. He hugged me back. And that's how my dream ended. I got up ,check the alarm clock and it was already 9.30am.Then , i felt tears dripping down my face. I got up crying.
Now,the shocking part and the main reason i cried .
Uncle Veloo died when i was 9.I was in Standard 3. As far as i can ever remember, my uncle was sick. he retired and stayed at home. Kakak Sumathi took care of him.I don't remember him ever talking in perfect speech. We would use to call him Mr.OK because he would always reply OK with a smile.I think he had a stroke when i was 8,and was bed-ridden. At that time, i was staying in the same house as him. I was just in the next room when he passed away. I was doing my homework .At that time, i was a dumb 9year-old who didnt know much about death and everything.Now i'm so much older and wiser and not to mention smarter[dad was trying to teach me division and dumb me couldn't understand it at that time. Kena rotan by him :/ ]. I have never dreamt of my uncle ever in the past 8 years since his death.This is the first. I was never close to uncle veloo, not like my cousin shailu who is the same age as me. That's because i was born and bred in KL till i was 5 or 6 then i moved to Penang and stayed nearby my grandmother's house. Well,i miss you uncle veloo and I love you loads .
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