Daring to Dream
I have been drafting a lot of posts in the month of march but the reason I didn't update my blog was because I hadn't yet found the composure- both of my own self and my texts. Hence, when I begin typing this post, it is full of apprehension. But of a different kind. I do not care of writing a perfect piece, not to make any mistake or ranting. I write this article in a state of emotional dizziness- my inner turmoil put to words. We all dream, or at least used to dream while we were young. Dreams of becoming a pilot, policeman, driver, doctor, and what not. That time, we were driven not by the glamour or money but the feeling that the character brought to us. We used to feel proud, caring, tough and famous while imagining ourselves to be in those shoes. And we wished we would quickly grow up so that we could be what we dreamt of. Oblivious to the hardships, "realities" and complications that life had in store for us. Our dreams were untamed. Wild, free, infinite a...