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Dreams not that big, not that small.

               Have you ever excavated the dreams behind your conscious mind; somewhere in between your cerebellum and oblangata , where your thoughts not very primary breed; with a pondering spade? It happens most of the times when with a pencil in your hand and not a very lucrative bulk of course in front of your eyes, you throw in the first blow of the spade to find a dog. A cream coloured labrador, cuddly and obedient; not very big, not very puppy. The dream you had since the day cookie ran away.
                The other blow brings in another more vital object of which you were recently parted, and which was dearer to you than most of the pretty faces you know. A white, smooth and beautiful cuboid with a silver htc engrave on its black shiny screen. The dream of owning it back. Or maybe an MRF bat. A heavy well greased bat, in perfect shape, with a red grip just as the God himself used. Or maybe coming first in the class with the same amount of work you've been doing since ages. Or if not first, then definitely better result than your arch rival.
              These dreams which were lost seem to be fresh after a little digging, of not more than five minutes, but then you realize this digging is exhausting. It exhausts you of your conscious, of your concentration, of your will power. You don't want to give enough of your thoughts, or your "time" as dictated by a cruel tyrant called 'time constraint' a.k.a. 'career pressure' and most widely known as 'growing up'
              These dreams were the one that occupied the stage behind your forehead, but as and when time passed, these actors aged and took to backstage. This came along with a group of stern and rockheart-ed actors who made a colourful and active, bright and cheerful drama of life, a play with not much of colours in it...

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  1. Unknown22 April 2014 at 08:01

    This is so cool it hurts!
    I am so sorry if I sound like a fangirl. I will frame a much more mature comment when I can until then let this work.!

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  2. Sudhir Swarup22 April 2014 at 08:51

    I don't know whether i should say thanks or i should ask what that means. so until i figure out, let THANKS work ;)

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    1. Unknown22 April 2014 at 11:55

      The post is super awesome! That is all it means. :D



      I will not waste any more time is dictated by a cruel tyrant 'time constraint' a.k.a 'semester end exam' and simply say, this is my favourite.
      Because all I do every moment is the excavation of dreams.
      I love it!

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    2. Sudhir Swarup22 April 2014 at 13:08

      Heh.. thank you.

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