I had a dream.

Thought about it all the time. The brain was searching for connections to the dream in everything. I tried hard to stop the unnecessary wandering and concentrate on what I did. In the free time I would remove the restrictions.

Gradually, it affected the concentration. Couldn’t do anything else. Was amazed that I typed the thing to find it on the internet. But, no one had the dream before. Irritated.

Slept early, was annoyed by the distraction due to it in the day’s work.

Awake. Fresh. Sunlight peeping through the window glass.

Thinking about the ‘destructive for the routine’ dream. One nerve impulse led to another, and it turned into a thought.

Got up, wrote down everything what I was thinking.

Went on for work.

Came back. Tired. Switched off the lights.

But I could not sleep.

Overwhelmed by the desire to work on the thought. A power flowing through my veins. It’s only satisfied when I was progressing with my ideas.

Was in love with my determination, my work, the late hours with my experiments.

It became a habit.

Every night until innumerable fortnights. But what a waste! Got really frustrated due to zero success.

People around me, whose behavior didn’t matter earlier, started avoiding me. Due to my negligence to ‘important’ work.

Started cursing the night I had that dream. Wished I never dream again.

Again that day worked desperately, but no… useless.

Slammed the door as if to shut the thoughts away.

There was beautiful silence expect the sound of the clock.

“Crank, crank.”

My peace was disturbed. “What now?” cursed under my breath.

“Huh!” was startled on seeing the wheel moving.

Kept staring at the thing… couldn't believe the eyes… the thing… how it can be possible… no!

Pre-checked, checked and checked again… it was true... I had done it!

That feeling rolled down as tears. But I didn't actually feel anything or there were so many feelings that I was not able to feel one. I smiled.

It was a dream.

A thought.

A routine.

Unbearable curiosity.

Pain.

Torture, frustration. Failure.

Even criticism.

It turned out to be an unexpected zeal.

An achievement.

Success

A tribute to passion.

An Invention!

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PS: This article originally appeared as #2 on the official online blog of SIES Graduate School of Technology, Scintilla Weekly on August 28th, 2013 [link].