Dare to Dream

Do you still dream? I do. I dream a lot, usually in vivid  technicolour. Then I also jot my dreams, put them in a magic box. Yes, I even have that home. A chest of decorativte drawers, I bought once from a kabadiwala. My younger one believes that it has magic and she writes all her wishes in it. They do come true. So do mine. The success ratio is usually 90 percent. Quite good. I must say.

Getting back to the subject, do you dream? Or you believe that they belong to the world of children? Begin dreaming. Growing up is not a nice thing after all. Many things we learn during growing up are actually objects of which cynicism are made. 

Begin to dream. Maintain a journal. Cynics are mostly right. But when they are wrong, dreamers are right. For some strange reason, I am still not a pragmatic adult. I do a lot many things that grown ups don't do. One of them is dreaming. And I want my children to inculcate the art to dream. 

In fact, what is dream? A positive intention. A powerful desire. A trait to look beyond the ordinary. A need to transcend the mundane. And they have an extraordinary knack of becoming true.

At times, negativity engulfs me. Sadness envelops me bit by bit. During such moments dreams jolt me out. The belief that they have turned true earlier and will do again.

So folks dream and allow children to dream.