#16

I have a friend. A very good friend.
We have dreams. Very different dreams.
She wants to fly again. I want to wear my ghungroos again.
She wants the sky. I want the earth.
We both tasted our dreams.
And just like the Gopis who couldn’t tear themselves away once they heard Krishna playing his bansuri, our dreams keep calling out to us.
The call of the flute. The call of the dream.
I am holding on to my dream. Because seeing her holding on to hers keeps me going.
=)

Advertisements


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s