My friend's blog

I opened my friend's blog to find four new entries in it. With every new entry a small part of his world opens up and i like that, the best way of knowing a person, slowly .But this time when i started reading, it hurt, it pained deep inside .A plethora of emotions ran through the heart, I decided "nope lets not probe it, what if the gash is bad then".

I tried telling him, i wanted to steal some time from work and make it understand to him, naaahh but time just didn’t wait, and thoughts too. it was so difficult to gather it.

Innocence, ignorance, love, pain, hurt, faith, laughter, joy and not to mention plenty of dreams too.

I didn’t realise that the blog page was open for some 2 hours, then i read the first article in it..."My dream house"...As i read...a smile appeared in my heart and my face ,i was giggling and i wasn’t bothered if anyone was looking. oh!!! How i wished that he was online and i could say "cute"...

As the day nears completion, and my journey back home brought my thoughts back to blog ,what is about the blog i like...it is not real...yet it is so true...it is written by dreamer ,but then how could i relate to it so much,it is childish yet it sounded so right...Sigh!!!!

The rains looked so beautiful outside, especially on the highway...Pitter-patter, and what a beautiful design the drops were making, then as if time stopped completely .I realised what hurt me the most in the blog. I had stopped dreaming...

I realised that my dreams have died....

Oh good Lord!!!! it is not true, it is fake and i couldn’t believe that at one point of time my favorite song was "you may say i am dreamer" by Lennon. Oh Lord!!!how i wish!!!!...and suddenly the whole house he had picturised...became clear. The house, the lake, the boat, the fish, the birds, the sky and the clouds . :-)

After a long time i dreamed, so what if it was someone else's...