Call me a dreamer..

Like every one else, I aspire, I dream, I dream the impossible, is it why I never belong in reality??

Is that so? Well, let it be then. It's a heaven in mind, the grand lotus that shields me from the very real reality. I know that my home and jewels will not be a Pinterest board, but why not

aspire. Embarrassing music taste, addiction to horror movies (inspire of appreciation for fine cinema), love for cheap ginger tea, a bit of dressing snob, SRK fan, ignorant to financial market, not-on-top-of current affairs, poorly read and ill-travelled. Guilty! 

But its a heaven in my head. A heaven with celestial humans, gurgling brooks, vast flowery garden, where travel is for free and visas don't exist, dry wind don't chap my lips and no one calls me a woman. A genderless, egalitarian, boundary less world of possibilities. I can be this And that, with no regrets. I wake up to a wish every single day:

In another life, some other universe, we will not have menial jobs, not live apart from the ones I love, not waste so many years before we meet the one, and never have to walk away from life to make a living

In another life, people will love to live and live to love and their would be fewer humans and more of humanity

In another life, prayers will all be answered as they will be worth answering

in another life, wealth will be measured with passport stamps and wrinkles will count as beauty marks

And lastly, death will just be another stage to a new beginning

I am lazy and impatient to work for these, I also do not see a point why do I have to work for something so inherent to life, maybe wishful! I hope the 70 years old Piyali do not look back at the 35 me and laugh, actually I don't mind the laughter, I hope she doesn't regret me. But who has seen tomorrow, so till then, dream on!!!

Until next time...