My earliest memories are of me sitting on the rock behind our house in the hills, looking out and dreaming. I always wanted to fly away to faraway lands. Dreams and fantasies galore! Every evening, I’d escape to the rock and lose myself in the reveries. The valleys ahead of me were blending into the twilight sky. The sun would have set long back but I wouldn’t move from there, soaking in the stillness in every fibre of my being. My mind, though, would race a thousand paces with each passing minute.
Thoughts led to dreams and wishes into fantasies! A feeble prayer, a plea perhaps, would go out of my lips – Would He not grant me a prayer and turn me into a bird with strong wings that could fly away to the distant shores? Or maybe the magic carpet would take me to all those places on the planet I’ve been dreaming of. There were so many things to see, so many magical lands to discover and sights to marvel at! But cold logic always played spoilsport. My dreams came crashing down every day, much to my dismay!
As the years went by, the dreams changed. I no longer dreamt of being a bird and flying. I was so determined to travel, that I knew I’d fly to distant lands one day. My foundations were growing stronger with each passing day. Now, I wanted to be somebody. I wanted to see ‘beyond’ the obvious, where the eye did not reach. I wanted to explore the hidden vistas of the mind. But life had other plans for me. It took me on a detour. I changed course and followed. Dreams followed me there too. But no longer the same anymore.
I still dream today and you’ve guessed it right. They’ve changed again. I still pause to smell a flower, feel the rain and watch the blue-grey skies as I did then. The dreams I had, elude me still. Today, though, I’m happy to help somebody reach their dream! After all, some dreams never die.