at the shut of an eye

The morning sun gracefully rises from the abyss, spreading rays of crimson light, dissolving darkness and those lovely dreams. Nature plays numerous roles in one’s life. She can be your friend, family and LOVE. On the contrary, she can ambush life and be an incomparable destructor. Despite the demise of dreams with every fresh dawn, we dream on.

Dreaming has always been my passion. A warm blanket (to cling on to), a little cuddling up on a sofa or a bed and there begins a neo, eternal journey. A voyage through the skies and stars. A voyage so familiar yet so mystique. The uncanny period of life more powerful than reality, paints pretty pictures of the dream job, dream paycheck, dream bike, dream car, dream house, dream love, dream kiss and other endless desires, which are invariably non-existent. A period of intoxication you want to savor forever. The sweet pains you want to relish for more than a lifetime.

However, good things come with unwanted supplements. This intoxication could sometimes give you the worst ever hangover. Those nightmares of god forbidden death of your loved one, followed by groping for your phone and buzzing him in the middle of the night, just to check if he is alright. A smiley that comes as a response to your unwanted fear, romantic (I know), but scary nevertheless. Those examination oriented dreadful dreams, where you are pressing the nib of the pen against the paper so hard, but the ink refuses to follow suit. NERVE WRECKING! A loud yell of anguish and agony that mostly goes unheard, as if a halo of vacuum was sucking up all the screams. SPOOKY!


Dreams have been defined as an unconscious state of confused mind. However, this confusion is that possession of yours which can neither be mugged nor tampered nor altered nor destroyed. It’s a world of mystery where you meet your inside YOU. A sweet world of pains and pleasures. A strong stairway to your goals.


In all the beautiful and grotesque times, I keep dreaming as it unravels the inside me:)



a little update:
Two beautiful members have embarked onto the most joyous journey called ‘life’.Yeah! Its celebration time at my place. My aunt delivered twins last night. Aaryan and Arjun. :) Congrats to the cutest parents’ in the world :)

a small four liner:)
Ever since, I met you,
You have been the apple of my eye,
With, Golden moon light you fill
The gleeful night sky.

miracles do happen!

The whole world is abuzz. The clock seems to be ticking faster than ever. The advancement in technology has, however been gravely unsuccessful in solving the inadequate 24 hours a day crisis. This bulging growth and advancement has left man with an insatiable thirst for acquiring some invisible, worthless matter. Fast food, fast life, high blood pressure, increased pollution of every kind has replaced mother’s food (with extra ounces of love and affection), healthy living, grandma’s stories and outings with grandpa. I have witnessed this bizarre transition from a life filled with love to a life equipped with gizmos and surprisingly prefer to live amidst people who love and care rather than amidst hi-fi gadgets.( I have tried my best to refrain from expressing my transcendental views, however off late I feel love is spiritual and am a little inclined towards spirituality.)

A warm touch, a little peck on the cheek, a word of solace, a shoulder to lean on or a lap to accommodate an ailing mind could be a more powerful medicine for a disease as acute as asthma. The last night’s incident invoked in me the essence of loving, to be more specific being loved.

At around mid night, I jerked out of my sleep and could almost feel the dropping heart rate. I could feel my lungs heating up due to inadequate dosage of oxygen in every breath. The inhaler, which plays the savior, was empty. The door to my parents’ room was ajar. I peeked in, only to find them absorbed in deep sleep. Not intending to disturb them, I retreated and tried to ignore the situation. I dropped into my bed, hoping to sleep. After hours of continued trouble, I felt I was drifting back and forth from consciousness. Unable to bare the fear of death, I woke my mom up around 3 in the night. She very patiently came up to me, sat beside my bed, laid my head on her lap, ran her fingers through my hair, taught me how to inhale and exhale (like a mother bird teaches her young ones the vital necessities) and the next thing I knew, I was alive. It was early morning, sunlight streaking my room and my mother asleep on the couch in my room. She had nursed me with all the love and affection, protected her little girl from perhaps a lethal asthma attack and in a very complex way, saved my life.

This episode however opened new insights. Yet again, love proved itself as the most outstanding healer. My falling belief about love being a weakling in the tech world has been crushed. After all, miracles do happen if you believe in love :)