Dreamland

 Do you like reading fantasy adventure stories?read the adventure story of an asian character lost in wonders of dreamland.

Chapter:1

        Discovering Dreamland

I was feeling dizzy and could barely open my eyes.All i saw were some shadowy figures and then i fainted.When i opened my eyes again,i could see peoples whispering loud around me.I was lying in a bed,then suddenly i stood up,"am i really here?am i in dreamland?"I shouted looking around in shock.Then i fainted again.

After a while or maybe little later,i opened my eyes again.I could see two huge eyeballs staring at me.I was so terrified that i slapped that thing stretching my hand as hard as i could.Those two eyeballs rolled and were removed immediately.I saw a young boy crying with his one hand on his cheeks and other carrying a unique device.I realised that it wasn't any monster.I felt sorry for the boy."You shouldn't have scared me though"i said.The boy ran away still crying.Then bunch of mens entered the room.They sat around me in wooden stool.I lifted up myself,resting my back on pillows.They started talking within themselves,looking at me.I couldn't understand a bit of what they were talking."It isn't nepali for sure,"i said to myself.How could i have forgotten the language that i spoke for past 20years.Their dresses looked similar as i saw on cultural programme.Two of them,wearing janai and dhoti were sitting on the left while the other two in daura surwal were sitting at front.The one sitting next to me,on right must be young lama.I guessed of his appearance.

While i was busy looking at peoples around me,a women wearing beautiful sari entered with a thali,full of steel cups.I couldn't say if sari or she was more beautiful.The smell from steel cups was very famalier,a strong smell of caramalized milk with cardamom."it's tea"i said.I didn't remember when i drank last.She handled me a cup of tea.She went back and brought another thali full of selroti's.I said that both tea and roti was delicious but she didn't understood or did she?she smiled and went out.The lama beside me asked,"is it that delecious?"to my surprise.I couldn't believe what i heard so i stared at him for few seconds."What is your name?"he asked again."Jiwan"i said.People around us were looking at us trying to understand what we were talking about.By this time childrens were gathering around the cornor of the room."So,you remember your name?what else do you rememer?"he asked.I didn't knew how to react to his question.How can anyone not remember their name?i asked myself.He was looking at me..so,i said,"oh...,"then i realised that i remember nothing except for my name.How could that be?I was terrified with what was happening.I tried to remember again,nooded my head up and down,side to side,closed my eyes but no,i couldn't remember."It happens with everyone who drinks that river water.It sucks your memories but don't worry you will recall it in some time,"he said."You were found in that river,you know,"he added.Should i be happy that it happens to everyone or should i be sad that it happened to me?i couldn't decide.

We were chatting on while one child came running into the room."Old grandpa is dead"he said at once.His heart was pounding loudly being out of breath."let's go"he said.we went out of the house.The view outside was really pretty.House was surrounded with beautiful marigold flowers.There was a huge litchi and pears tree on the yard full of fresh buds.I could smell ripe bananas mixeds with the earthly smell of wet mud.There were two huge hills far away seperated by a river and i could also see mountain snowy head between the hills.I could have stayed there adoring beautiful nature but i had to go.We went down the narrow road,passing huge bamboos to the wide roads,down the slopy hill at the edge and there were dozens of houses by a river.We could hear loud blowing sankha.We stopped at a gate covered with beautiful orange flowers.There were many people gathered around the body which was kept aside of the tulsi plant covered with white cloth.Maybe they were ready to take the body to the river.we went nearby and watched the face for one last time.Lama wished him to rest in peace by speaking silent mantras.We stepped back.Womens were sobbing silently."I was expecting really old grandfather,"i whispered at his ears."He is hundred years old,"he said."How could he look like he was in his thirties?"i was feeling insecure about my eyes."People don't age here,especially after 30"he said casually.I couldn't believe my ears."Then,how did he die?"i asked.He explained that the lifespan of every people was of 100years but it get's deducted and increased on the basis of the deeds they do."I have never seen anyone live more than 100years,"he said.

"Then,how old are you?60?90?"i laughed."I'm same as your age"he said.

Dusk was hitting by when we went up to the main road,entered a narrow road,passed bamboo jungle and reached the house.It was a little cold so we lit the fire in a yard after dinner.I could see clear sky with billions of shining stars.Lama started telling the Ancestral Story Of Dreamland.