I gasped for my fresh air as I entered the rooms. The rooms are dark and mystic. Down as I strolled past through the deserted corridors they keep their vacant looks fixed upon me. They are also wondering what a visitor is doing at this time in night.
I have a feeling I had been here before. The strong sense within me grew strong as I hit the long porch in the midway. The moonlight beamed through the glass panes to reflect my surroundings. But my surroundings are changing constantly. I realized I am in a dream.
I remember when i was a child I always looked upon my Baba as a friend rather than a strict parent. So when I was with Baba I always tried to act mature to show him that I am becoming responsible. He was a relief to be around. Like someone' there when you are not feeling good ucan always tell your heart out and leave all your worries with him. I realized today Baba is not talking.He never talks with me when he comes into my dream. My surroundings are once again changing.
Alarm Clock ringing at 7:30. Here I am, up in the morning preparing for office. U must be wondering what are these dreams for. First One ...Loneliness..missing my friends like anything, like I need to talk carefree with someone. Still I meet Sou and other pals. They are all good but maximum are technical discussions/career related discussions. Sometimes I really feel I need some more breath. My life has taken a sudden outright turn before I have ever anticipated. And for the 2nd dream I wish I could have cried a bit more during my father's death. Like u will console me that it happens ..Ya i know...when he died i cried because i could not accept the fact tht he died. But from then I became mature. I became more responsible. I took my own decisions, learn t my way to fight.But nowdays I feel tired. I wish I can refer to someone when I am in trouble and put my trust on him with a faith that this man will do everything to keep the sorrow aloof from me. Now I miss father for that. And a confession. Its paining inside the heart badly while I am writing this. [n.b: when u put ur heart out it pains..it the sign u r doing it really]The highly contrast situation in my current situation is my room mate in sync with his gf nagging and continiously freaking me out. I know it sounds weird but sometimes I do wonder if I have really grown up or not.
12:26 at night and may be when i will hit bed the time will tick past 12:30. I will be better off now. I don't know when will I publish it or whether will I publish it anyday. There is a quote "Some questions are better not to be answered" or may be it is designed so to protect the coward bloggers like me.
I have a feeling I had been here before. The strong sense within me grew strong as I hit the long porch in the midway. The moonlight beamed through the glass panes to reflect my surroundings. But my surroundings are changing constantly. I realized I am in a dream.
I remember when i was a child I always looked upon my Baba as a friend rather than a strict parent. So when I was with Baba I always tried to act mature to show him that I am becoming responsible. He was a relief to be around. Like someone' there when you are not feeling good ucan always tell your heart out and leave all your worries with him. I realized today Baba is not talking.He never talks with me when he comes into my dream. My surroundings are once again changing.
Alarm Clock ringing at 7:30. Here I am, up in the morning preparing for office. U must be wondering what are these dreams for. First One ...Loneliness..missing my friends like anything, like I need to talk carefree with someone. Still I meet Sou and other pals. They are all good but maximum are technical discussions/career related discussions. Sometimes I really feel I need some more breath. My life has taken a sudden outright turn before I have ever anticipated. And for the 2nd dream I wish I could have cried a bit more during my father's death. Like u will console me that it happens ..Ya i know...when he died i cried because i could not accept the fact tht he died. But from then I became mature. I became more responsible. I took my own decisions, learn t my way to fight.But nowdays I feel tired. I wish I can refer to someone when I am in trouble and put my trust on him with a faith that this man will do everything to keep the sorrow aloof from me. Now I miss father for that. And a confession. Its paining inside the heart badly while I am writing this. [n.b: when u put ur heart out it pains..it the sign u r doing it really]The highly contrast situation in my current situation is my room mate in sync with his gf nagging and continiously freaking me out. I know it sounds weird but sometimes I do wonder if I have really grown up or not.
12:26 at night and may be when i will hit bed the time will tick past 12:30. I will be better off now. I don't know when will I publish it or whether will I publish it anyday. There is a quote "Some questions are better not to be answered" or may be it is designed so to protect the coward bloggers like me.
