we can see familiar facesthrough the smile shaped holes in our dreams,flitting in and out of sleep,surrounded by whispered voices and moonbeams. the skies indulge us in our little flights of fancylike kites against cotton candy clouds;soaring high above the
do you remember the last timethat you dreamt a dream which was just a dreamand not a goal you had to accomplish?when feelings could be spoken aloudwithout having them dissected and looked intofor hidden meanings? when your biggest worry in
to meet againunder sunnier skiesand the wind billowing through our clothes. to meet againin a crowd of strangerstwo strangers, yet strangers no more. to meet againunder a yellow umbrellaeven as all we feel comes pouring down. to meet againon some
was going through my old mails…the days when forwards flooded my inbox…. saw something random there which suddenly made a lot of sense. ‘its the friends you can call at 4AM who matter.’ the 24×7 lives we lead now has
