Dreaming of what I can put across as the days of yore, those dreamy eyed days, where everything from the zephyrs to the rains seem beautiful, I wake up to harsh reality. It has been terribly long since I dreamt.
And it takes a good friend to remind me of It. I have spoken about how one should pursue their dreams (not here though) and thereby their ambitions and decide their destiny. Sadly, in this day, I have lost, in pursuit of many of my dreams, track of the one dream that I held close to my heart. It may be simply because I have lost many of my routine habits, lost track of reading, poetry, and even my writing. But It was my favorite dream after all.
Dear friend of mine, well wisher and critic, reminds me and urges me to pursue It with zeal, just the way I dreamt of It or spoke about It, or even wrote about It. But fear grips, apprehension overwhelms.
I am not sure of whether I will be able to do what is required of me… rather requested of me. Nevertheless, I will always cherish and hold It close to my heart, something rather sweet and pleasant, and something that got this blog a lot of attention in the past.