A thousand dreams are born every
moment, and a thousand more die every moment. These are young dreams, old
dreams, some asking for more, some less, some carefree and some wrought with
concerns.
Dreams of those whose health does not
permit them to soar to the limits of their potential. A young students dream to
study abroad shattered by the knowledge that the old folks will have to bail
out for it. An ambitious girl’s dream to rise up the career ladder reined in by
the ticking clock strongly urging her to have babies before it is too late. A
painter’s dream to make it big; locked in the discarded canvass by
the need to feed his wife and children. Dreams of those numerous children
wanting to know more and see the world; heavily shadowed by the fearful parents
and their restrictions. Dreams of young lovers to stay forever together; broken
by zillion superstitions and societal rules. Dreams of an old couple to get
love and care from their children drowned in the busy, stressed lives of their
sons and daughters.
So many dreams, so many lost. But
still we keep dreaming, and hoping that with us, it would be different. For if
not for these dreams, what do we have to live for?
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