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Why is everyone around
me writing or has already written a book? Even non-writers are writing. So why am I, a writer, not writing a book? I guess my 'calling' hasn't
yet come. Or I just don't know what to write. Yet. But somewhere in me I believe I'll write 'my something'.
Till then, I dream.
No, not daydreaming or dreams of the future and brighter tomorrows. I genuinely dream at night and most often, wake up with
every living colour. Sometimes, I think I hallucinate in my sleep.
It came to a point
when I just had to know why I have these strange dreams which don't seem to mean much when put together. I went around asking
for an interpreter. The books had standard interpretation. If you dream of a wounded tiger, it means this and a flying eagle
means that. But what about my bizzarre, coloured pictures that sometimes make stories and sometimes just stay in my head as
abstract paintings?
A friend told me
to start writing down my dreams. So, that's my lifetime writing. For now, it's called my dream book and I guess will
be under construction till I die. Unless the Gods have mercy on my and grant me undiluted sleep.
Or then I'll meet my dream-catcher one day who'll open all those windows I'm just still looking through.
Soul Negotiations. I really don't know what that will
be. But one day I was driving past in a cab and the name came to me. Look out for 'Soul Negotiations'.
Doodle dee dum
whenever I'm glum
I scribble, I squabble...
...And land up with another picture
of me?!
The germ of this signature came from Chetana;
my friend. Who one day will ensure I do more
than this!
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Hmmmmmmming...the
songs I harmonize with.
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams wherever they be
Dream a little dream of me-
- see you there
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