THE DREAM - A ILLUSION OF REALITY
The "Dream" is a illusion of reality. I am going to prove it through a real story of a person. I hope this story will influence you to achieve your dreams.
THE DREAM
AN ILLUSION OF REALITY
Part one
Catch the
ball....hurry up ...... Mukul , run fast and catch the ball. I
heard this command and I ran fast to the ball. All players of my team
were looking to me with the belief that I will catch the ball. It was
not merely a ball for us. It was our hope that we can win the match
from the catch. I dropped that catch and we lost match. I can't forget that
moment of losing the match.
After two
weeks, my father got notice that we have to move Delhi. He said to us that we
are going to Delhi to our uncle next week. I was excited to feel the city. The
image of city for me was like the dream of a new world where stars live. A new
air of happiness touched our little home and we began to dream about our home.
My grandfather was not happy because his flowers are going to be pluck down by
the city-life. I never saw my grandfather so much upset before. I thought that
there is no any difference between an old Gardner and my grandfather because
both of them had lost their lost their blossoming garden.
After all, my father booked six
tickets for New Delhi. We had to leave our home at 5:00 am because there was
only one bus for going to Siwan Junction. I still remember that day of leaving
my home. In just one day, a whole beautiful garden lost its all flowers, trees
and butterflies. We went to bus stop at 5:10 am. We waited for the bus and it
came in half an hour. All of us were extremely happy except my grandfather. I
still remember the fragrance of my fields, Amora (raw mangoes) and water spill
of Gandak canal. Everything of my village seemed to me that I never saw them
before.
We reached at Siwan
Junction. Our train was 2 hour late. Therefore, we decided to go to Chanakya
hotel. Chanakya hotel was famous for its Litti and meat. It was favorite dish
to my grandfather. My father ordered it and all of us ate it. When everyone
were busy with their dish, I was thinking about only my new journey. We went to
station and got our train. It was the first time that I was travelling in
train. Everything was new to me. I sat
near to the window and listened the lovely sound “chuk chuk chuk chuk”. I can’t
describe that feeling of crooning.
I will post the next part of this story tomorrow.
Wait for it ….. thanks
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