Dreaming of what I can put across as the days of yore, those dreamy eyed days, where everything from the zephyrs to the rains seemed 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, and thereby their ambitions and make their own destiny. Sadly, in this day, I have lost, in pursuit of my many other dreams, track of the one dream that I for ages held close to my heart. It may be simply because I have lost my daily dose of poetry and music, but it was my favourite dream after all.
Dear friend of mine, well-wisher and harsh critic, reminds me to pursue the dream with all the zeal that I dreamt with. But fear grips, and apprehension overwhelms.
I am not sure of whether I will be able to do what is required of me. But nevertheless I will cherish and hold it close to my heart, for it is always something that my dear friend will remember me for.