He speaks of his home, of the place he was born. She loves watching him as he does that, the way his eyes shine, the way his face glows. He tells her, "Come with me. Lets go Home". She hesitates, wondering about how she could manage it, about all the people she's answerable to. He says again, "Come, lets go Home" and, there's something in him which brings out her reckless side. She agrees. Together they fly, over the hills and the plains. She's seen it all before, but, everything takes a new shade as she sees it with him. As they marvel at the wondrous sights he tells her that his home town is more beautiful than all that they are seeing. And, she believes him. Of late, she's learnt to believe and trust again. To Love and let herself be loved.
Up in the skies they are like children. They have left behind the worries of the world below. They laugh, they giggle, they dream, they hope. As they near their destination, he tells her that there are going to be several more such journeys and much more joy ahead waiting for them. And she believes.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
The Land of Dreams
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8 comments:
wow!
thats dreamy!!
:)
howdy?
Happie nu year!
I believe too! Soar High; keep soaring, dreaming, smiling and loving! :)
Looks like you cant appreciate Paulo Coelho.. doesn't mean his writing is fart. I personally liked some of his books .. The Alchemist, The Devil and Miss Prymm, Veronika decides to die, Eleven Minutes, etc. You need to be a dreamer to appreciate it, Baab. Hard core practical thinkers can never experience the beauty of dreams.
You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
- Imagine,John Lennon
Beautiful! N I pray it always remains so :)
Lovely, I'm so happy for you dear.
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