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Carole Simpson from Jersey in the Channel Islands, firstname.lastname@example.org, is this week's featured entry in the Bali Dream Holiday Contest.
A Dream or a Way of Life
I awake to the sounds of the cocks crowing and the dogs barking, the village is slowly coming to life. It is still early. I lie quietly for a few minutes remembering where I am, then quietly get up and go outside into the sunshine.
I look around, Mt. Agung is peeping over the tops of the palm trees in the distance, the rice field in front of me is being ploughed, the old man knee deep in mud gently coaxing his oxen. I watch as his wife arrives and carefully places some rice on a leaf for him to eat and sits patiently waiting for him.
I see the garden, as if for the first time, with the mango trees full of fruit too green to eat, the jepun with its sweet smelling flowers and the colourful bougainvillea, frangipani and hibiscus. The chickens, squawking as they chase one another and the dog and cat lying peacefully together.
For a moment the noise startles me, Putu has woken. Before he has time to wake Made, I rush back into the house and pick him up. I marvel yet again at the sight and smell of him, I bury my face in his soft warm flesh, how can we have made something so perfect together?
Komang, adores her only grandson and soon takes him from me and wraps him in a sarong, he still has to be carried everywhere, as is the Balinese custom.
During the morning I am kept busy but after lunch the women in the family sit outside in the shade and try to teach me how to piece together the offerings, which are such an important part of the Hindu religion. Their nimble fingers work endlessly and they are very patient with me but when they start laughing at my poor efforts, I have to laugh with them. They have accepted me so readily into their large family, for that, I secretly give thanks.
Made comes home early, I am not expecting him but the restaurant where he works is quiet. I am overjoyed he is home. We talk, we laugh we play; this is the best time of the day. I am so happy when the three of us are together like this I cannot imagine being happier. Eventually he goes to sit outside and talk with the men, the news of the day has to be dissected and discussed in great detail before they retire for the night. I still do not have a good understanding of the Balinese language but I find it very relaxing to sit quietly listening to the rise and fall of their voices.
The baby is falling asleep in my arms, I go inside and place him gently on the bed and lay down beside him. The dark, the warmth of the night and the noises all around me are very comforting, I close my eyes and feel content, but instead of falling asleep, I wake up with a start and realise................it was all just a dream, a beautiful dream.
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