Dreams

A typical day begins with a yawn and a lazy stretch and a longing look at the bed and walking out to face the bright morning sun. The warm rays hitting your eyes are refreshing enough, but a cup of coffee to welcome it is even more pleasant, and that is what I love. Then, what do I do? I think of my dreams. Every morning, starting the day with what I want to be a day from now to what I want to be a year from now is my motivation. Though thinking about my dreams day-in and day-out might sound like a little too perfect persistence, I do think about today, at least.

Dreams are the threads that bind the beginning and the end of a life. If I cannot picture myself a year from now or ten years from now, I think I am missing out on something that is very vital for survival, DREAM. The symbol I portray for myself at the end is a self-contained, independent and loyal woman, elegant and intelligent, a person with integrity and honesty. I pray everyday that I have the courage to face the facts of life as I understand through day’s experience, that I have strength to challenge my fears and achieve my dreams. The crawl is slow, but its there, and I am happy. A typical Gemini that I am, a creature of change, a natural chameleon (which is so not true!!), I aspire to leap to my dreams than walk! But yeah!!! Life’s a hard teacher, it forces through your throat - the lessons it wants to teach, and smirks at your face with joy. But, well, I am happy to remember those lessons, lest I should stumble on my face.

Dream, so that you can reach out and touch it.
Work, so that the dream becomes a reality.
Live in the present, because it helps shaping better tomorrows, and brings you closer to your dreams.

A morning's incident

An incident from one of the fresh mornings I thought might be good to share…

Early mornings are the best, the sun rising, a giant fire ball shining bright orange, masking the day’s monstrous heat… I love to see the serenity of the morning, blur into the monotony of the day’s rush… I love to catch the early dawn to see it in its simplicity, transforming itself into another charade… we being the pawns of the life’s chess play…

So that morning, since I was down in the dumps due to some reason, I went upstairs to watch the sun rising, with a thousand thoughts and a few zillion emotions running through me..

I have seen this old couple walking past in the morning. I know them. Grand-pa stays next to my friends place, and he plays along with his grand-child and my friend’s sister (who, I think is 6yrs old)… every evening… I guess the couple goes for a morning walk. While returning, I have seen these people stopping near a shop to take milk and eggs… While grand pa was holding the packet of milk, granny was holding a pack of eggs in a cover. While walking the distance, grand pa was trying to get hold of the packet from her. And granny was not seizing the pack to him… Finally he managed to get a hold on the packet, and put an arm round her shoulder… She shied away from him, with a tender smile on her face, and held his hand, and they both walked away together.

Somehow that incident lifted my spirits, a simple and a cozy incident filled with love… What is she? At least 50-55, and he may be 55-60… still has the coyness in him, to actually take his wife into his arms on a road??? And that lady turns 16 again!!! Still feels the freshness of the youth in her…

It’s amazing how a spark of love binds complete strangers, and drags them through the life’s treacherous paths. Hearts have a telegraph of their own, whose messages are as sure and swift as those sent over material lines which link continent to continent and shore with shore.

Somehow this incident refreshed me that day… made me come out of the emptiness I was feeling, and it refreshes me today as well...