What are dreams made of?

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Dreams those wispy things much like our souls that run everything and yet you can’t put a finger on them. Touch them you can’t, forget them you can’t, hold them you can’t and yet they form and they also shatter.

I know this sounds melodramatic but every time I have dared to dream, fate has had other plans. I can tell you I have worked really hard to ensure that my dreams are guarded against strong winds and the hot sun…that they have a cool and comfortable place to stay in, grow in and yet, yet each time they have got bruised and then broken.

My last dream was one made of music, soft candle lights, cakes, coffee, red roses & tube roses and the nargis in winters. It was made of port wine, sea shells, mountain air, rhymes, films, books and long conversations that lasted through the night.
That dream lies shattered now. I don’t have the luxury of sitting with the bits and crying so I move on. But as I walk the shards enter my feet and scratch my heart. This last dream was the most precious for now I know I will never dream again. 

All I have to live for now are the dreams that my daughter shall hopefully have. Beautiful pink, blue and yellow dreams.  Dreams that I will try and safeguard more strongly than my own. I just hope and pray she is luckier than me.

I hope this is one thing she doesn’t get from her mom, her fate.

Comments

Astha Pasta said…
Dreams though shattered, I know will not shatter your zeal to dream again and win. You are a fighter with a brave heart. You will surely win.
8:23 pm, March 08, 2013
Rohit said…
I was sad to read this post. must be something to make you feel this way. Stay strong you have a strong woman to raise and her zeal to make this world dance on her little fingers lies in your strong arms.
8:18 pm, March 19, 2013
Pinku said…
Astha pasta - I feel the zeal diminishing...and I look on in dismay...for I cant find the strength to revive it.

Suparna thats my worry that how will I raise a strong person when I am becoming uncertain myself?
5:26 pm, June 15, 2013
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