A Dreamer's Destination

Rowing through the spirals of memories that stalk my life, I squish, swirl and stumble as I see myself flipping through the pages  of the million people I remember. One of them was a woman, who grabbed a random kid  running in the corridor  and said “I loved the way you laughed today”. A minute later I saw that kid walk away with a smile on his face. A teacher, she was. Handled none of my classes but taught me something that was way beyond books, chalks and blackboards. There was a young girl the other day who wouldn’t take her eyes off the window. “Is it the chocolate shop that you’re looking at?“ I ask and she says “no, I’m looking at that raindrop that is yet to dry”. and all I could do, was smile. Yet another day  I saw a guy run,  as though he was running a race, all alone. But later I realized  that he had seen an old friend, walk across the road and all he wanted to do was make up for the time he lost. These are just a few among the many w...

www.flickr.com Heavily pre-occupied faces rush in and rush out of varied cemented structures, holding inked papers, that demand answers for  curious questions and one among these interrogative lines is your, Nationality.  A  doctor  delicately places the sheet on the wall,  and holds the pen like an injection  and writes 'I' “I know for a fact that lying beneath you, are a million morals, habits, legends, myths and miracles that you have been fed with by your native society,  after all you were an Indian child” he says to himself and smiles as he writes the very first letter of his nationality.  An artist  blooms colourfully, and holds the pen like a paint brush to write 'N' “Now that you are already grown up and you have seen Muslims, Hindus and Christians mingle,  you are sure that beyond conflicts, your country still upholds unity in diversity” she whispers as she paints the second letter. ...