International Flowers

Dreams are easy to see, the real incarnation of our deepest desires in front of our eyes, albeit subconscious. For us to keep going sometimes, some kind of screening is necessary to keep us sane, and civilize our desires, for this very reasons most people do not remember their dreams when they wake up. Hera was no exception, he barely remembered anything about his dreams, and this day was no exception.

Hera, after the exhausting conversation with Sam and weeklong sleep deprivation, was tired and sleep was deep, comfortable solace, coming out of those 7 nights and 6 days. Sandy & Deep saw Hera sleep and wanted to wake him up, it seemed Monc's sleep was becoming shallow and he might wake up any time. However, they changed their mind, after what they saw.

Hera's expression were changing quickly, from nothing to anxious, contempt, contentment, anxious, relief, happiness, romantic, surprise, intimacy, ecstasy, satisfaction...........in a sequence, that was not changing much. Hera was watching same dream again and again, and enjoying each time.

Triiiiinnnnnnnng...........There went the alarm, waking Hera up under watchful eyes of Sandy and Deep, bent over closely looking at his face, Hera shrieked and moved back.

Sandy: "You were dreaming!"

Deep: "What were you dreaming? Tell us!"

Hera: "What!" Thinking, what weirdos!

Sandy: "You had an animated face! Quick changing expressions!"

Hera: "Hmmmm...May be about Monsoon, I am going to meet her today!"

Sandy & Deep had the weirdest grin on their face and Hera a bewildered face.

Hera got on with the day and first thing out of room, filled up the tank, and went to flower vendor, going through all the flowers Hera decided to make a bouquet of his own choice. He chose all colors, all flowers available made it into it. Red rose in center, a ring of leaves, a ring of other color roses, a ring of paper flowers, a ring of Jarbera's, and the purple orchid, and........It was big, to be carried on bike, but he did.

Outside Monsoon's hostel, Hera stood, embarrassed, and of being too obvious for passerby's to notice of him being in love, and everyone knew who he was in love with. And there, one of the passerbies was hostel warden of Monsoon, who did not waste any time, and shouted at her as she came out.

And tears were galore! Hera had nowhere to hide. Monsoon blamed him for all of it, and she was not wrong, if Hera had remained in STD after calling her, warden would have never seen Hera, and shouted at Monsoon. This is not what Hera had dreamed about, and feared she would cancel the date.

No, she did not cancel it; instead she asked to be taken to some place, quickly. And Hera without thinking took her to the hill top near college, she liked it, she calmed down, and for first time took a look at the bouquet, which Hera asked her again to take from him.