Welcome to my world of dreams where imagination and reality, fancy and truth, laughter and tears move hand in hand. I will let you have a glimpse at the share of my own sky, sometimes sunshine bright, sometimes with dark cloud and gloomy rain. I am that memory which will remain with you as a serene glow of moonlight. I am that thought which will nurture your soul like a whisper of mountain breeze. I am that dream which will haunt your being like a ferocious gushing brook.
Let’s pretend that someday I will run to pick up those flowers that nestled in the dust even before the monsoon rain would touch them. Let’s pretend that I know magic that I can fly and I can talk to a frog and the chair is a ship. Let’s pretend hidden beneath the memories and lost between the leaves someday I would be able to sleep peacefully; And let’s pretend a river will stream through my room and my room will become a garden!