Those words still echoed in my head...."sapan desh se aya bulawa.....ek sapne ka pata bataya"!!.....what those amateur theater artists at the college fest actually meant to convey was not much of my inquisition.....but i was besotted by the sheer blatancy of those lines.....this integral part of existence,of being!...to be able to realize and know what it is to dream....some broken, bequeathed, some partially fulfilled, some haunting, some nurturing, and some estranged, abandoned dreams...the sheer ecstasy of living and re-living it...every day taking out, carrying it along..and then safely keeping it in heart..and saying goodbye....nurturing it, pampering it...so what if the funeral is complete...the ashes are immersed and pieces adore the earth....can we let go of that one desire, to be born again and die at the same time, to be loved and damned in one breath, to let go of that one dream even if the brutal mirror of reality digs in more painfully every time and the mirage fades away further, and further to reveal the naked ugly truth.....
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