BEAUTY. LIFE. PEACE. PERFECTION. A Dream in the Dream.

     Sometimes, I get inspired by the belief/conception that I am one of the fortunate to be driven by the flow of life, and someone who could feel the drive, someone who is not afraid or apprehensive about the unpredictability of the next step in the ride.

 

                   

     I am at an altitude of 20k and a temperature of minus fifty, with the moon right beside my window. Have always dreamt of this. Ya the moon sure works magic on me. But never imagined.

     I have always been amazed by the moon. The shine though may not be self, reflects and brings out the serenity within. We are all a moon, in that context. The light within us may and wouldn't have come from within us, but the feel, beliefs, and thoughts that go around our worlds impact and form the base of how we perceive and reflect things.

 

     I tried clicking wit my touch but unsuccessful.

     Unpredictability. One of the fine characteristics of Life.

     But then it's perfectly fine .

     Life last month was something I hadn't imagined to happen in the present course of time.

     If a dream were to be so real and reality to be so dreamy.

Sometimes, you tend to stand for a moment and think, am i living in a dream?

     That's how it happens, when after years of living in a small town with it's raw genuinity and other times in the hectic lifestyle of a big city, and then coming to a place that seems, looks, feels to be the exotic awesome place in the entire universe. Neither big nor advanced, but organised and peaceful and reserved to it's own world.

     Kind of reminds me of myself, being in one's own world.

     A World in it's own World.

     Awesomeness and Perfection are the words that come to my mind when seeing in and around Holland.

     Never in my dreams have i imagined to goto Europe, maybe a dream with a subdued fear that it is too high for me and an explicit knowing that it won't happen.

     Very well, we could imagine the feel we get when we walk in the reality with our dream shoes.

     I wanted to pen down each and every day of my 6-week-Life here, but sometimes when things are so like awesome, we tend to Live it and keep the moments in heart than having few minutes of the day to write down.

     Still, i wanna pen down, just to feel everytime what i felt when i lived the dream. Maybe I will.

     So smooth and so chilled out. Away from all bothering elements and stress. And a stop to the hope for peace.

     Uncertainty of life never ceases to amaze me. How we all get drifted by dreams, if only we believe enough to realise them.

     I dont know whether I could live the perfection again. But again I accept the way of life,

Continuos perfection may lead to stagnancy in the thrill to live and chase dreams.

Maybe a self proclaimed view or a self consoling thought. Still sounds quite good.

     Life is like that.

Never cease to dream but then never be doubtful or held by flow of life. Start enjoying it and live it. Trust me, you will feel life, The life in your life. :-)

     Which reminds me I should stop typing and continue with my ride.

And ya, typing in iPod is less fun than writing.

----- Scribbled on the way back to reality from dreamland.

Vini :-)

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CRUSH!

   "Is it LOVE?" If you had asked her then, the answer would have been "yes, definitely!!". A positive affirmation from the girl who had entered into teens.

   She was a perfect tom-boyish kind, short hair, her usual attire being jeans and tee with the exception of her school uniform, plays cricket with guys and does wild stunts.

   He was a nice kind, tall and handsome, a bit messy hair and a charming smile, had a great fan following.

   The first sight was at the playground. Few girls were playing catch-me, few chit-chatting, some doing work-outs and some in serious tennis practice. She was in the basket-ball court, trebling the ball, along with two other girls.

   There was a raise in volume of girls' voices and she took her eyes off the ball to notice him cross the court and looking directly at her. But she was not interested then and continued playing.

   From then on, whenever their paths crossed they noticed each other and her mates started teasing and exciting her.

    She started liking him, maybe cos' he was good-looking, or maybe cos' he was famous or maybe cos' she thought he liked her a lot.

And many differences could be noticed in her ways.

   She looked at herself in mirror many times a day, became conscious about her looks, did makeover whenever she got time, and consciously dressed talked walked and acted like a perfect girl.

   Though they noticed each other many times a day, they never once approached or talked and she didn't mind that cos' she thought talking in real did not matter much in love.

   The last day came, and it was his last day of schooling.

   She bought a best-wishes card and waited for him at the main gate. Three hours passed but there was no sight of him.

   She thought that he wouldn't have left without a good-bye. She returned back home disappointed but she was  confident that he would contact her somehow.

   Two days later, her friend casually commented that he was in relationship with a girl for past two years and he must have played around with his looks.

   For a moment, everything stopped for her. She put the phone down.

    She cried, cried and cried, maybe cos' she was hurt or maybe cos' she was fooled or maybe cos' everything turned out to be a lie.

    She looked at the mirror and there, she saw another lie. She saw someone who had lost her real identity and individuality.

    She got back to her real-self. Almost eight years have passed and she had one or two celebrity crushes but didn't fall in love with anyone and she denied the proposals she received. But she still haven't forgotten him and those days. She hated for what a person he had been, but then, after-all he had taught her the difference between infatuation and love. She also learnt the importance of being genuine and having character and good attitude.

    "Was it love?" If you ask me now, I would say "NO WAY!!". 
    I am still not the perfect girl, still referred as a tom-boy and stand somewhere in midway between being cool and having girlish ways. It doesn't bother me cos' i feel real and genuine.

Being ME rocks! :-) 

Dream. Live. Cherish.