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.