MY MOST INTERESTING DREAM
We all have dreams. We are dreaming most of the nights. But these dreams are not clear to us. We soon forget them and remember nothing when the day breaks. Now and then we have a dream which is so clear that it becomes like a cinematographic picture on the screen of our imagination. We remember the dream forever and forever as if it were something that actually happened to us.
I had one such dream just one night just before a child was expected to be born in our family.
I saw that I was visiting an old stone house in Shimla or some mountainous country. There lived an English couple in that house and they had a small baby who was very beautiful. There came a snake charmer with a basket of snakes. He played upon his pipe so that the snakes came out of the basket. They danced and played with the child quite harmlessly.
The boy was very beautiful, always laughing, always chattering. He would print a long kiss on the face of the person who said to him, “Master Printer, print a line”. His name was Master Printer and his job was to print a kiss on the face of those who loved him.
When the child was born in our house, it was not he but she. It was not Master Printer but Miss Print. So we now call her Miss Print.
As Miss Print also means “Misprint” it is as if we have a misprint because somehow the child who was to be a boy became a girl. But this girl is highly boyish and I call her a girl equal to eight boys.