Talking about dreams

Ever since I grew up and the hormones started taking effect, when romance was in the air, the guy sitting next to me was suddenly handsome, since then the definition of a perfect relationship for me has been a dreamy world, where everyday has been thought of, imagined and dreamt already. And the guy who could relate to those dreams would be my dream guy. Whether things turned out that way or not, I desperately kept searching for the guy who imagined things the way I did.

Eventually, it wasn't that I didn't fall in love, and dream of different things but, somehow it was never the same dreams, there was a little compromise here there all the time.

Today was different, while talking to someone suddenly I saw a reflection of the dreams I saw, unfolding in front of me, word by word, as if this guy all the while was living the same dreams which I had long forgotten in adjustments and compromises to be loved, to belong, to be a part of someone else's dreams, deeming my dreams to be utopian and crazy. But, when I heard him talk, I felt like, no, they're very much achievable, very much true. I just have to believe in them to make them come true.

Swinging away to glory

One of my fondest memories of home for me has always been the 'jhoola'. Be it the big one on the terrace or the tiny one in the balcony. The to and fro motion has some really beautiful meanings for me. as you swing by you can relate the motion with so many emotions, good/bad, past/present, today/tomorrow, to meet/to part and to meet again.

The swing has always been the most inspiring location of the house for me. This is where I get all my ideas, all the solutions, inspirations. This is the place where I've often bonded with my parents, flirted with my boyfriend, prepared for boring engineering exams, cried when I was low, and laughed away to glory chatting up with friends. Those secret telephone conversations and candid confessions, it's all been done there. To cut the story short, it's become a part of my life. Though I don't have one in Bangalore, but I dream to have one of my own once I graduate and finally settle down.

Hiccups

From childhood we were told that when we have a hiccup, someone's thinking about you. Today morning I had these tiny dull hiccups, those who've experienced the irritating, non stop hiccups will be able to understand what I mean when I say 'tiny & dull', as if someone is thinking of you longingly. And your first instinct is to think of who could it be? And even before the thought rolls into your head, you already have a name, or in some cases a smiling face flashing in front of you. You know that there's no base behind the belief that someone's thinking about you, but, your wishful thinking not only makes you see a face, but, makes you believe it, and it brings a smile on your face. And the very fact that you noticed the smmile, makes your belief and faith in the person you thought of a knot stronger. Making your day and ensuring that you'd spend your whole day smiling, to yourself and everyone you come across.

Story teller

I have a friend, childish, baby like and so far he's the best story teller I've come across. Our meeting was a coincidence, it just happened. Infact, that makes me wonder, that most of the people I end up growing fond of are people whom I meet suddenly, when it was least expected. Well, we can discuss that later. So, not deviating from the main topic of the post, my story teller friend, well, he's just amazing. We recently had a little tiff over something to which I over reacted and almost maintained a silence for a month or so. While I was thinking that it was because of what happened a few days back, today when he finally called and we had a long chat I realised that the incidence was not even on his mind, cos he was out somewhere, travelling, getting screwed, enjoying and most importantly acquiring more stories to tell. And so my day began with one of his stories in the past one month that we were not in touch.

He's the kinds who's always getting into trouble, missing trains and flights, running around and getting screwed all the time. Trust me, when am in the deepest of shit, when everything seems to be going wrong, all I do is call him up, and within 5 minutes his stories make you feel that your life is hundred times better. One instant you were in a totally depressed or panicked state and the next instant you're laughing like crazy. Some people are just 'blessed' with these lovely experinces and on top of that the art to actually express a seemingly bad moment in such lively, vivid and jovial manner.