The little girl found herself standing in an enourmous field. It just seemed to keep going on and on as well. She could see no end to it. She has never been to this place before. She felt a bit frightened. But it seemed like a beautiful place. “Maybe I’ll play here for a bit”, she thought. “But what to do?”
As she stood there thinking of what she might be able to do in this strange place, she started to hear cries and roars and what sounded like thousands of footsteps coming from both sides. A while later, she saw a men and women running at her bearing weapons upon each other. One side wore green and the other side also wore green but had a different design on their outfits.
She has seen things like this too many times. Her older brother sat in front of their TV and watched this sort of thing a lot. She never liked those movies. It was too noisy and there was too much blood. And she always thought her brother and his friends looked rather silly when they were shouting “DONG DONG” at each other with their toy guns. She knew what was about to happen. She had never felt this afraid. She was trapped in the middle. Covering her face in her arms, she fell weakly onto the ground and crouched down into the smallest ball she possibly could, she was crying like she had never cried before.
She heard it like the opening notes to a horrible song. Bangs and explosions pierced her ears. But nothing happened at all. None of them seemed to be touching her. After waiting a considerable time in that exact position, she decided to look up. What she saw made her heart explode with wonder.
The men and women in the green suits were firing their weapons at each other and throwing bombs at each other. But instead of the fire she saw in her brothers’ films, these men and women were firing weapons that fired bursts of colours. Thousands of colurs crisscrossing the sky as she looked above her head. Bombs exploded around her that sent showers of flowers with even more colours flying all over the air. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. And she was standing right in the middle.
Letting out an almost hysterical scream of glee, the little girl started running through the colours, laughing with happiness as she spun around the colours making them swirl around her. She picked up flowers and started throwing them into the air again as high as she can. Her little contribution to this little “battle” that was taking place.
As she was running around the field, trying to spot every bit of colour her eyes can see at once, they f ell on a figure that she had not seen in a long long time. He was one of the men firing their guns of colours all over the place. She screamed for joy again at the sight of him and started running towards him at full speed. The colours and the flowers didn’t hurt her. She was safe.

She ran and ran …..

With a start, the little girl woke up. The room was dark. And her mother was sleeping facing away from her. She poked her saying excitedly, “Ammi, I saw thathi again”. Her mother who was in fact not asleep but awake and thinking about her husband flinched at her daughters words. Her mind was too exhausted to hear about her daughters’ latest nightmare of her father surrounded by vicious looking people. She turned around and said as calmly as possible “You can tell ammi about it tomorrow, I’m very tired now”. Kissing her on the forehead she watched her daughter closing her eyes again sadly.
The little girl would not remember her dream tomorrow. Her mother would never know about the amazing things she witnessed. She fell back to her sleep but it wasn’t an uneasy sleep like what it usually has been. The dreams didn’t bother her again that night as she slept feeling happier than she had felt in weeks.