“God knows what came in Bhavi’s mind that he gave me this topic to write something on, I think he didn’t know that I am a person with realistic approach towards my life, I might dream when I am asleep, but as my mind doesn’t allow me to think about them, so I tend to forget them.

But as the topic is thrown to me & I have no choice left, so I think I should start writing something on it.

Well, I am not a professional writer, who would start talking about things which a normal man can never relate with, most of them talk about imaginary stuff, some fantasy lands where one can just dream of going, & that too is all imaginary.

I am a normal human being with normal thinking powers & I don’t know how to use heavy words to impress a reader, so I just have a topic “My dreams are my own” (Well, can somebody tell me who gives his dreams to his neighbor or friends,*laughing*), so I am going to write something on it. Hmmmmm, let me think………………

Ok, let me share an incident of my own life, when I was a kid of around 6-7 years, I used to think a lot, as most of the kids who r alone think, and that thinking process sometimes used to cross the limits of this mortal world. At that time, I never thought about that, but now whenever I sit alone & go down to the memory lane & think about this incident, I thank that unknown voice wholeheartedly for everything it has taught me in my life,

One night of winters, I was sleeping alone in my bedroom, & I dreamt of my mother’s death & I woke up & could feel some drops of tears in my eyes, I felt like crying to the loudest pitch of my voice, but couldn’t do that because of the thought of waking all the members up at 2’o clock. But I wasn’t able to stop myself from crying, my mother has always been so close to me, just a thought of losing her made me so weak from inside, that I could hardly breathe, I stood up & went into my mom’s room & touched her face quietly, making sure that she doesn’t wake up, so that I could make sure that she is still alive & healthy. Well thank God that she was all fine, I came back in my room & started crying again. I think I might have cried for 10-20 minutes & then I decided to go back to sleep.

I was trying hard to get my body back to sleep but my mind was refusing my decision of sleeping. So I decided to go by my mind’s will for sometime & let it go its own way. I released my body & took a deep breath & started thinking about that dream & the waves of emotions I went through that night. All of a sudden I could hear a voice, well I think “hear” is a wrong word here, because I could feel that voice from my heart. A sudden attack of shock struck me & I found myself caught in between the echoes of that voice.

Well, in that stage of mixed feelings of amazement & shock, I started listening to that voice & on top of it, that voice started asking me questions like “what happened?”.

Now I could easily sense an addition of anger in those feelings. But here my heart helped me & it started giving replies to that voice’s questions.

After this question-answer round, that voice started its main job.

It started like this “,Gourav, I know how much you love your mother, every son in your age loves his mother as much as you do, but everyone might not get a chance to go through the same situation which you have just gone through. Everything in this world has a meaning & motive to happen, so whatever has happened with you is just to make you understand few important things of life, which no school, no teacher, no friend would teach you, so listen to me carefully.”

I started listening to that voice leaving all my preconceived notions aside. It started again “, Gourav, all of us come in this world with so many relations like father, mother etc. & we start loving them,”. My mind interrupted that voice”, So, are you trying to say that we should not love them?’

That voice smiled & said’, No son, loving them & getting loved by them is something we all live for, but one thing is true that all of them won’t stay with us forever. One day or another they all will leave us or we may need to leave them. And that gives pain, makes us weak, as you just experienced, I am not asking you to stop loving them or stop being loved by them. But just keep one thing in your mind that everyone has to go one day, so make yourself ready for that always, so that you won’t feel like a weak man. You would make many relations in coming future, live with them, cherish every moment with them, but always remember what I just told you.” And that voice started getting inaudible and then finally there was silence of dark & lonely night.

I don’t know whose voice was that, but whatever that was, it has always been with me since that very day, whenever I feel alone & in search of answers to some questions of my life, I get to hear that voice. I call that voice “The Voice of God”.

Hmmm, well, I don’t know whether these dreams are my own or somebody puts them into my eyes, but one thing is sure that every dream has a motive to come in our life, its up to us whether we get the meaning behind that dream or not. God is always with us, but we don’t have time for Him, He wants to talk to us, but we got many other not-so-important things to do in our life. And when something bad happens with us then we blame God for not helping us.

Have we ever tried listening to what He wants us to listen to?

I am sorry to say, but most of us don’t hear His Voice. So, lets make our dreams our own & lets take ownership of our lives & ask God to always be with us, so that we can hear His Voice & get help.

Here, I am ending this writing now, I don’t know what I have written in this piece of writing, but I hope I could speak to all my friends & let them know all my experiences with “The Voice of God”. But *laughing* they hardly have time for themselves then why would they get time for me & then for God. But I know that they all would keep blaming God for all wrongs they face in their lives.