6 : 50 pm
New Delhi.
My thoughts as I experience the first summer rain after an invigorating dirt storm.
In this hustle bustle of life and enamored by our comfort zone we often forget what we stepped out to do.
We forget the sparkle that we had in our nativity when we thought we could reach the sun, play with stars and travel the world with fairies in our pocket. We forget our dreams. Our passion.
It’s time now to find what we lost. To take what was originally ours. Because no journey is impossible and no destination is unreachable. We just need to locate our path.
I am walking my path. With my passion. To my destination. Are you?
Let us together catch our dreams by their tail and hold them in the cracks of our fist until they finally surrender.
-Shikha
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Amazing
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Thank you!! 🤓
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Like a pillow, dreams need a good fluffing. I needed this. 🙂
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This is very beautiful & inspiring. You have a nice voice. Well written and expressed.
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I try to do my best. Thank you Charles.
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This is simply beautiful. Well done, and congratulations.
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Thank you! 😁
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Yes, I believe I am but you said it beautifully.
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Rains and petrichor does give rainbows.
Nice one!
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It does.
Thanks love!
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आज की दिल्ली की बारिश ने लगता बहुत सी चीजों को तरो ताजा कर दिया।
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Hahaa..lagta toh aisa hi hai :p
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Absolutely. Life is nothing without a dream
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Yet we forget it as we progress towards the more practical things in our life. But thank god we are pursuing whats ours – dreams.😉
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