Dreams have no price tag; neither have any boundary. Just let yourself loose and dive into the world of imagination. It is so strange that the world we dwell into offers so little but we continue to hop around it aimlessly. Similar pattern we follow in dreams and continue to hover around, considering ourselves majestic, assuming the world to bow down to all our wishes, feeding our egos, forgotten what the climax would be! But some dreams are pure…

My amma used to call it ‘Deewaney ka Khawab’ (the dream of foolish) resulting in nothingness but mere idleness and procrastination but she never knew it was all meaningful, something tangible in imperceptibility. Something so passionate but apathetic… I feel like going back to my childhood and see all those dreams once more to prove her that it was not sheer idiocy but some determination in it too. I still cling to those unexplored stars, which are celestial, representing day night marvels, hoping to reach them soon!

Amma will be beaming at me from heavens in utter pride!!

R.Jeddy