"I was sleeping under a mango tree, the only tree in the grassland.
When I woke and looked up, there were only two mangoes in the entire tree;
One was ripe and another unripe. Even though the ripe mango is shining,
my hand went to pluck the unripened mango."
An alarm ranged, that was a dream.
I shut the sound off and continued my sleep.
"I was sleeping under a mango tree, the only tree in the grassland.
Someone pulled my shirt so hard to wake me up. It's a girl, probably at the age of six.
She looked up, and there were only two mangoes in the entire tree.
One was ripe and another unripe.
She raised her hand and pointed at one of them.
She told me to pluck that for her in a loud voice.
I plucked it and gave it to her, in a blink; she went so far.
The one she pointed out was the unripened mango."
An alarm ranged again.
I woke up and looked at the clock; it was half-past seven.
I was late to my duty. I worked as a laboratory assistant in the hospital next to my apartment.
I had a habit of taking naps on short breaks during my working hours.
"I was sleeping under a mango tree, the only tree in the grassland.
Someone softly touched my face to wake me up.
It's a woman and a little girl with her.
I haven't seen this woman before, but I have done something to this little girl.
While I was thinking, the women looked up and there were only two mangoes in the entire tree.
One was ripe and another unripe.
She raised her hand and pointed at one of them.
She kindly told me to pluck that for them.
I plucked it and gave it to her, in a blink; they went so far.
The one she pointed out was the unripened mango."
I heard a screaming voice "David!!! wake up you lazy idiot",
that was my superior, Mr. Solomon.
People used to call me David from the day I got back my consciousness from the coma.
I don't belong here.
Seven years ago, I had an accident in the winter and
somebody rescued me and admitted me to the hospital.
I was in a coma for five years and
when I woke up, I had lost all my memories of 27 years of life.
The only thing I have now are mere memories of the last two years.
Mr. Solomon is a kind man who took care of me when I woke up from a coma.
He named me David.
I heard about some of Mr. Solomon's dreams.
He used to seek meaning for what he dreamt. But what I dreamt was more weird than
what I heard from him. I wish to share my dream with him, but he may think I'm lying.
Because I never had a dream in the last two years. So, I didn't tell him about the dream.
Mr. Solomon once told me about an oneirocritic (the one who interprets dreams) living on the outskirts of town.
I could visit him and seek some help to interpret my dream.
Mr. Solomon took me to church every Sunday. I could visit the oneirocritic after church this week.
It's a shining afternoon of the week's first day, and finally, I found his house. His name is Daniel.
I enquired about him from people nearby, and they said he served in monarch's intelligence once upon a time.
He is an eighty one year old unmarried man.
I went near his house and heard some voice from inside. I knocked on the door,
but there was no response. So, I roamed around his home and found a door in his backyard.
Without any second thought, I sneaked in.
He was kneeling on an altar, praying to GOD. I waited almost thirty minutes,
but he didn't end his prayer. I made some noise to get his attention,
but he never even stirred. "Is he deaf?" I thought.
I went near the altar and touched him.
"The mango is ripen, you may leave." He said.
I have so many thoughts swirling around inside my head.
He said what I saw in my dream, "the mango tree with one ripen mango."
Yes, I had the same dream last night. "I was sleeping under a mango tree, the only tree in the grassland."
When I woke and looked up," There is one ripen mango. "He knew the meaning of all my dreams." I thought.
"I can't leave without knowing." I said.
"You know everything your vision revealed." He replied. "My vision?" I asked.
"Every dream is a vision of what you want." He replied. "I want to know my past." I said.
"The women and child were dead, The child is your blood." He said.
"My blood?" I wondered. "There are things which are hidden and unknown." He said.
Once he said this, he left the altar and went inside a room and locked himself in.
I left his home.
There is something I need to know. The next day I came to the hospital and asked Mr. Solomon about the time.
I was admitted to the hospital. He told me I kept on whispering a name before I went into a coma and the name was "Sarah."
"Who am I?"I asked myself after a long time. The name that Mr. Solomon said,
it echoed in my head." Who was Sarah to me? Mother? Wife? Daughter?" I thought.
The next day I went and asked Mr. Solomon about my past identity.
He didn't show any interest and he questioned me instead.
" why are you suddenly digging your past?" He asked.
"I want to know." I replied in a loud voice.
That was the first time I shouted in front of him. He was stunned.
Silence prevailed for a moment; he received a call from his wife.
He answered the call and his face's reaction changed.
Suddenly, he ran. I followed him.
When we entered his home, his wife was on the ground.
She was unconscious. We called an ambulance and took her to the hospital.
Mrs. Solomon is a very kind woman. She used to call me her son.
I was clueless and worried about her . Doctor called Mr. Solomon to talk.
I was hiding behind the door and heard what the doctor said to Mr. Solomon.
" Two years ago I told you there is no use of transplanting heart for your wife, but we did.
Now she is in the same stage what she was two years ago. We can't do anything now.
Her time is over." Doctor said.
I went to see her; She was dying. Mr. Solomon was there holding her hand.
I told him we need to save her; let's try for her heart transplantation.
" No, I don't want to kill anyone again to save her.
Her death is the punishment for all my sins; let her die." He said.
Silence prevailed for a while.
I was watching him; His eyes were filled with tears.
I don't know how to react to what he said.
I moved my feet and turned towards the door.
"Esau! That's your real name.
Sarah is your daughter and Judith is your wife,
What I did was a sin.
I'm a man of sin; I don't have forgiveness." said Mr. Solomon.
Further, he said, "Two years ago, one night I was busy working in the hospital.
I received a call from my wife. She was unwell; her voice was broken.
" Don't let me die " she said. I ran to my home.
When I entered my home she was on the ground.
I called an ambulance. On the way to the hospital the road was blocked because of an accident of foreign travelers.
They were three, a man, a woman and a kid.
The kid died on the spot. The woman was wounded heavily.
People around there board them in the same ambulance where I'm with my wife.
The man had consciousness, but he was heavily wounded in his head.
He whispered his daughter's name when he was struggling to breathe.
I admitted them in the hospital; both my wife and that woman were in the same condition.
There was no hope.
Out of my selfishness, I bribed the investigating police officer and
surgeon to transplant the women's heart to my wife.
Though they were foreigners, there was no claim for dead bodies.
I buried the women and the kid under the mango tree in the common cemetery.
I feared for the man, who was the husband and the father of the bodies I buried.
So, I bribed a doctor one again to false medicate him.
He went into a coma. When he woke up from the coma, he lost all his memory."
"You're the man and the heart which dying
right now inside my wife's body is your wife's.
I never thought myself a murderer or a memory killer, but I did. I'm a sinner." said Solomon
I was silent, Solomon told me to kill him after his wife's death.
"Do I have the rights to kill him? No, vengeance is not mine." I thought.
"What you did is sin in the eyes of GOD, But for me its a fault.
Love prosper when the fault is forgiven.
Don't worry, our wives heart will be alright." I told him.
I kissed Mrs. Solomon and I left the hospital.
After all, I was sleeping in the cemetery with
my wife and daughter under a mango tree.