Proposal of my dreams

What does every girl dream about? Two things. A prince charming and a perfect proposal. I, just like the others out there, have dreamt about both. Since I have already talked about my perfect prince charming, let me tell you about my dream proposal (and date combined).

A phone call wakes me from my thoughful mood. It is from him. He who dominates my thoughts and my heart every waking moment. He who does not understand that yes, I love him. I love him so much that I am ready to accept his denial if only he acknowledges what I feel for him at least once.

Today he is talking in a very mysterious manner. Doesnt say anything much except for asking whether I could meet him for dinner tonight. These outings with him are few and far more precious to me than anything else. He is a busy man and most of out conversations are limited to the time he can take out from his busy schedule. Our outings are almost always in between the company of well meaning but still unwanted friends. In such times I have to be satisfied with just sneaking peeks at him from half lowered eyes.

I agree readily but in order to maintain some decree of decorum I try not to show too much of excitement (although I think I failed since there was definite merriment in his voice). I ask him where are we going. He replies bu saying that I should just be ready in the evening and leave the rest to him. After keeping down the phone I aam on the seventh heaven of delight and my heart is full of anticipation and excitement. I immediately rush to get ready. Taking extra care I get ready for the evening.

In the evening I waited for him. Suddenly there was the sound of the doorbell ringing. I opened the door and there he was, standing with a half smile on his lips and his hand behind his back. Looking at me his eyes widen and he says, "You look more beautiful than the most beautiful thing in this world." Saying this he brings out a bunch of my favourite flowers from behind his back and presents them to me with a bow. I take them with my confusion rising. I look at him with a puzzled expression. He just says, don't worry. Just trust me. We both look at each other and give shy smiles.

Closing the front door when I come out, I realize that he has borrowed his friend's bike for the evening. He still does not answer my question about where we are going but just asks me to get on the bike. He takes me for a long drive. A beautiful long drive besides the coastline. Suddenly he stops the bike at the entrance of the beach. I am surprised and question him, "Why are we here?" He says, "I had promised you dinner. Come on. Oh yes, I almost forgot." Saying this, he takes out a blindfold and puts it on my eyes. Again he says nothing but, "Trust me." Taking my hand he leads me slowly and carefully inside. I follow his lead with mixed emotions rushing through me. Anticipation, excitement, confusion, all are at war with each other. Suddenly he stops and says, "Ok, this is it." It was funny but I thought there was a tinge of nervousness in his voice.

He opened my blindfold. It took my eyes a few seconds to adjust to the light but when they did I felt undescribable emotions rush through me. Right infront of my eyes was the most beautiful setting that could be imagined. A path described by candles and flowers led to a table in the centre of a big heart. He took my hand and slowly led me towards the table. On reaching the table I saw that it was very beautifully decorated. He made me sit down there. Then he went to a small picnic basket kept near the table and took out my favoourite dishes and my favourite cake. We had a wonderful meal with no interference or disturbance by anything but the sound of the breeze that was our ony companion at that time.

Soon the meal ended and my confusion was still apparent. Suddenly he stood up and came infront of me, knelt down, held my hand and said, "Since the time we have met, you have occupied a very important place in my life. I have always given great importance to my friends and so I thought that the care and affection I felt for you were in the same league. I thought you were also a friend. However time proved me wrong. Now I know that friendship does not even close to what I feel for you. You gave me the importance that I had always dreamt for. In you I found a friend, someone I could talk to, someone with whom I could laugh and share my sorrows. But you are also the person my eyes search for wherever I am, a single glance and the shortest of conversation holds more importance to me than I can ever explain to you." I was staring at him with tears starting to fill up my eyes. "I love you. I am not rich my love, but I will make sure that I am with you forever and ever. You will never again feel lonely. I will make sure that there is always a smile on your lips since your happiness has the power to break my days or make them. I love you." He stopped and looked at me with his eyes full of love, waiting for me to say something.

I looked at him with my eyes brimming with tears. I stood up slowly, still holding his hand. He stood up with me with an anxious expression on his face. I could not say anything to him. Suddenly my lips broke into a smile and I hugged him tight. As soon as I hugged him. the tension flowed out of his body and he hugged me back as if he would never let go. "I love you," I shouted with all my might, "and I will love you forever."

Dreams have a wierd way of combining all our hidden aspirations and inner thoughts together. I sincerely and strongly believe that whenever you want something from the bottom of your heart, your dreams make sure that you get to achieve them at least once, albeit in dreams. To some people dreaming may seem a waste of practical time. I however believe that if one does not dream he will never be able to achieve anything and will also be living a half existance. Hence, I will always keep on dreaming andjust hope and pray that someday my dreams come true.

Ecstacy

My idea of a dream date.....


I wake up in the morning with a smile on my face. I wonder why am I so happy today. Then it suddenly hits my heart and mind that I am going to meet my sweetheart today. Finally the moment I have been waiting for from almost forever has arrived.

I rush to get ready. I had decided the dress I would wear quite some time before. Today for once I pay a little extra attention to the way I look (those who know me would be a little surprised). I get ready and gulp down a little breakfast. My heart is beating hard all this while. The only thought that dominates everything else in my mind is that i have to be on time. I am going to meet him today.

I reach the spot both of us had decided. I manage to reach a little early and now wait anxiously for him to arrive. Suddenly I see him walking down towards me. It is a little crowded where I am standing and he can't see me. Suddenly the stuff of fairy tales happen. The crowd thins and he catches sight of me. One moment we are walking towards each other, the next we are hugging.

We reluctantly let go of each other since we are in a public place. But I need the assurance that yes, he is in front of me, so I hold his hand in mine. After that, all my memories are of the way both of us were lost into each other. We walk together, holding hands and half hugging each other. The weather complements our moods beautifully since it is cloudy and drizzling every now and then.

Before either of us realize it, the day comes to an end. The time for him to go back arrives and both of us are having a hard time in accepting it. We hug each other hard one last time. Both of us carry the hope that we will meet again very soon. We both get on to the vehicles leading us back to our homes which ironically lie in the opposite directions. We wave a good bye.

I always listen to my heart. I hope this time, destiny listens to what my heart is saying and makes my dream come true.

My dreams and me

I am a dreamer but I am scared to share them with anyone. The people around me, even the ones I call my friends, do not understand my passion when it comes to my dreams. My question to them is, why should'nt I dream? Is life really worth living without dreams? But my questions always remain unanswered.

I dream about a lot of things. My favourite one, the one I see even with open eyes, is the one about my soul mate. I can form a picture of the person in my dreams. Let me try to paint it here. A tallish guy with black eyes tinged with a soft brown colour. His face has a look which says that I will never hesitate to be there for you, come what may. Someone with whom I can share my happiness but who will not hesitate to share my sadness. He, who will hug me when I achieve something to be proud of, but at the same time would bring me back to earth if I fly too far out. The one person with whom I will be what I am. No pretentions will be able to form a wall between us. The one thought which would lead us both would be the desire to stay with each other, forever and ever. My hand in his hand, that is the cindrella story I dream about.

I love this handsome prince of mine from the bottom of my heart and just carry this wish that he too will reciprocate this love to a full degree for the rest of his life. My dreams give me a hope that even in this cold world there is a hope for us to live with a feeling of warmth. Trust, faith and confidence take on a new meaning if we just let our hearts be free and believe in the feeling called love

Kiddish, i agree. But if we lose a part of the dreamer inside us, then life would be this dry road of practical pebbles on which our life be full of trips and falls. While these obstacles are necessary, I don't think that there would be a smile on my face every morning if it were not for my dreams. So, practicality has its own importance, but I as always, listen to my heart and dream and dream......

Dad and me

My dad is my lifeline. At times when i felt as if there is nothing in the world which is worth living for, it was looking at my dad which gave me courage enough to move forward.

Let me say something about him. He is my idol and with good reason. Soft hearted and loving, he can win hearts with just a smile. His wisdom gives me an anchor in the times i need to be rooted to reality. But the icing on the cake is his patience. I can say that his patience can actually move mountains because he tolerates my blabber for hours and does'nt utter a word of complaint.

For me, like many other daughters, my dad is the ideal and the best person ever to survive the face of this earth. However, he also faces a lot of problems, not because of anything else but for the fact that he is too quiet and accepting for his own good. Lucky me (sarcastically), I am exactly the same. My dad always tells me, don't follow my footsteps to such an extreme but learn from my experience. But foolish as I am, it takes me time to understand his sound advice.

I am a little too headstrong for my own good but i realize that I will never be mature enough to brush off my father's advices and observations. He is and will always be the one solid pillar in my life on whom i always depend for emotional security. People say you should depend upon noone but yourself. However I beg to differ. I, as always, listen to my heart and do what it speaks. I love you dad.

The beginning

The heart speaks a lot. But the mind accepts little of what the heart says. So it is left to us to decide what we feel is right, the heart or the mind.

In my case, I tend to listen to my heart more than the mind. Maybe that is why I am considered more than just sensitive. So here I am going to tell about what my heart tells me. I'll finally speak out what i was not able to say to anyone out of fear of being ridiculed.

Let me start off by saying that I am sensitive, so much so that a small word which may not mean anything to anyone has the power to hurt me. But then again, a word of love holds the power to melt all my resolves to be indifferent. This quality tends to earn me both praise and complaint. The praise that comes is that people with so much of sensitivity and who are not afraid to show it are hard to find in the hard world of today. However, the complaints that i have to face include that people have to be super careful when they are with me otherwise i tend to take things to heart very easily.

So my heart speaks a lot. Ill slowly but surely try to write all that is in my heart.