Love of a brother

I was born in a secluded village on a mountain. Day by day, my parents plowed the yellow dry soil with their backs towards the sky.

I have a brother who is 3 years younger than me. I wanted to buy a handkerchief, which all girls around me seemed to have. So, one day I stole 50 cents from my father's drawer. Father had discovered about the stolen money right away.

He made me and my younger brother kneel against the wall as he held a bamboo stick in his hand.

'Who stole the money?' he asked.

I was stunned, too afraid to talk. Neither of us admitted to the fault, so he said, 'Fine, if nobody wants to admit, you two should be beaten!'

He lifted up the bamboo stick.

Suddenly, my younger brother gripped father's hand and said, Dad, I was the one who did it!'

The long stick smacked my brother's back repeatedly. Father was so angry that he kept on whipping my brother until he lost his breath.

After that, he sat down on our stone bed and scolded my brother, 'You have learned to steal from your own house now. What other embarrassing things will you be possibly doing in the future? You should be beaten to death, you shameless thief!'

That night, my mother and I hugged my brother. His body was full of wounds from the beating but he never shed a single tear.

In the middle of the night, all of sudden, I cried out loudly. My brother covered my mouth with his little hand and said, Sis, now don't cry anymore. Everything has happened.'

I still hate myself for not having enough courage to admit what I did. Years went by, but the incident still seemed like it just happened yesterday.

I will never forget my brother's expression when he protected me.

That year, my brother was 8 years old and I was 11 years old.

When my brother was in his last year of secondary school, he was accepted in an upper secondary school in the central. At the same time, I was accepted into a university in the province.

That night, father squatted in the yard, smoking, packet by packet. I could hear him ask my mother, 'Both of our children, they have good results? Very good results?'

Mother wiped off her tears and sighed,' What is the use? How can we possibly finance both of them?'

At that time, my brother walked out, he stood in front of father and said, 'Dad, I don't want to continue my study anymore, I have read enough books.'

Father swung his hand and slapped my brother on his face.

'Why do you have a spirit so damn weak? Even if it means I have to beg for money on the streets, I will send you two to school until you have both finished your studies!'


And then, he started to knock on every house in the village to borrow money.

I stuck out my hand as gently as I can to my brother's swollen face, and told him, 'A boy has to continue his study; if not; he will not be able to overcome this
poverty we are experiencing.' I, on the other hand, had decided not to further my study at the university.

Nobody knew that on the next day, before dawn, my brother left the house with a few pieces of worn-out clothes and a few dry beans. He sneaked to my side of the bed and left a note on my pillow; 'Sis, getting into a university is not easy. I will go find a job and I will send money to you.'

I held the note while sitting on my bed, and cried until I lost my voice.

That year, my brother was 17 years old; I was 20 years old.

With the money father borrowed from the whole village, and the money my brother earned from carrying cement on his back at a construction site, finally, I managed to get to the third year of my study in the university.

One day, while I was studying in my room, my roommate came in and told me, 'There's a villager waiting for you outside!'

Why would there be a villager looking for me? I walked out, and I saw my brother from afar. His whole body was covered with dirt, dust, cement and sand. I asked him, 'Why did you not tell my roommate that you are my brother?'

He replied with a smile,' Look at my appearance. What will they think if they would know that I am your brother? Won't they laugh at you?'

I felt so touched, and tears filled my eyes. I swept away dirt and dust from my brother's body. And told him with a lump in my throat, "I don't care what people would say! You are my brother no matter what your appearance is?'

From his pocket, he took out a butterfly hair clip. He put it on my hair and said, 'I saw all the girls in town are wearing it. So, I think you should also have one.'

I could not hold back myself anymore. I pulled my brother into my arms and cried. That year, my brother was 20 years old; I was 23 years old.

I noticed that the broken window was repaired the first time I brought my boyfriend home. The house was scrubbed cleaned.

After my boyfriend left, I danced like a little girl in front of my mother, 'Mom, you didn't have to spend so much time cleaning the house!' But she told me with a smile,

"It was your brother who went home early to clean the house. Didn't you see the wound on his hand? He hurt his hand while he was replacing the window.'

I went into my brother's bedroom. Looking at his thin face, I felt like hundreds of needles pricked in my heart.

I applied some ointment on his wound and put a bandage on it, 'Does it hurt?" I asked him.

'No, it doesn't hurt. You know, when at the construction site, stones keep falling on my feet ...Even that could not stop me from working.'

In the middle of the sentence, he stopped. I turned my back on him and tears rolled down my face. That year, my brother was 23 years old; I was 26 years old.

After I got married, I lived in the city. Many times my husband invited my parents to come and live with us, but they didn't want.

They said, once they left the village, they wouldn't know what to do.

My brother agreed with them. He said, 'Sis, you just take care of your parents-in-law. I will take care of Mom and Dad here.'

My husband became the director of his factory. We asked my brother to accept the offer of being the
manager in the maintenance department. But my brother rejected the offer. He insisted on working
as a repairman instead for a start.

One day, my brother was on the top of a ladder repairing a cable, when he got electrocuted, and was
sent to the hospital.

My husband and I visited him at the hospital. Looking at the plaster cast on his leg, I grumbled, 'Why did you reject the offer of being a manager? Managers won't do something dangerous like that. Now look at you - you are suffering a serious injury. Why didn't you just listen to us?'

With a serious expression on his face, he defended his decision, 'Think of brother-in-law. He just became the director, and I being uneducated, and would become a manager, what kind of rumors would fly around?'

My husband's eyes filled up with tears, and then I said,
'But you lack in education only because of me!'

'Why do you talk about the past?' he said and then he held my hand.

That year, he was 26 years old and I was 29 years old.

My brother was 30 years old when he married a farmer girl from the village. During the wedding reception, the master of ceremonies asked him, 'Who is the one person you respect and love the most?'

Without even taking a time to think, he answered,' My sister.' He continued by telling a story I could not even remember.

'When I was in primary school, the school was in a different village. Everyday, my sister and I would walk for 2 hours to school and back home. One day, I lost the other pair of my gloves. My sister gave me one of hers.

She wore only one glove and she had to walk far. When we got home, her hands were trembling because of the cold weather that she could not even hold her chopsticks. From that day on, I swore that as long as I live, I would take care of my sister and will always be good to her.'

Applause filled up the room. All guests turned their attention to me.

I found it hard to speak, 'In my whole life, the one I would like to thank most is my brother, 'And in this happy occasion, in front of the crowd, tears were rolling down my face again.

Love and care for the one you love every single day of your life. You may think what you did is just a small deed, but to that someone, it may mean a lot.

*all postings are messages taken from real life experiences of family and friends

A Chance to Start Over

It was a cold December night in West Orange, New Jersey. Thomas Edison's factory was humming with activity. Work was proceeding on a variety of fronts as the great inventor was trying to turn more of his dreams into practical realities. Edison's plant, made of concrete and steel, was deemed "fireproof". As you may have already guessed, it wasn't!

On that frigid night in 1914, the sky was lit up by a sensational blaze that had burst through the plant roof. Edison's 24-year-old son, Charles, made a frenzied search for his famous inventor-father. When he finally found him, he was watching the fire. His white hair was blowing in the wind. His face was illuminated by the leaping flames. "My heart ached for him," said Charles. "Here he was, 67 years old, and everything he had worked for was going up in flames. When he saw me, he shouted, 'Charles! Where's your mother?' When I told him I didn't know, he said, 'Find her! Bring her here! She'll never see anything like this as long as she lives.'"

Next morning, Mr. Edison looked at the ruins of his factory and said this of his loss: "There's value in disaster. All our mistakes are burned up. Thank God, we can start anew."

What a wonderful perspective on things that seem at first to be so disastrous. A business failure, divorce, personal dream gone sour . . . whether these things destroy an individual depends largely on the attitude he or she takes toward them. Sort out why it happened, and learn something from the blunders. Think of different approaches that can be taken.

Start over.

The Present

"Imagine life as a game in which you are juggling some five balls in the air. You name them-work, family, health,

friends and spirit-and you're keeping all of these in the air. You will soon understand that work is a rubber ball. If you

drop it, it will bounce back. But the other four balls-family, health, friends, and spirit are made of glass.

If you drop one of these, they will be irrevocably scuffed, marked, nicked, damaged or even shattered. They will never

be the same. You must understand that and strive for balance in your life. How?

Don't undermine your worth by comparing yourself with others.

It is because we are different that each of us is special.

Don't set your goals by what other people deem important.

Only you know what is best for you.

Don't take for granted the things closest to your heart.

Cling to them as they would your life, for without them, life is meaningless.

Don't let your life slip through your fingers by living in the past or for the future.

By living your life one day at a time, you live all the days of your life.

Don't give up when you still have something to give.

Nothing is really over until the moment you stop trying.

Don't be afraid to admit that you are less than perfect.

It is this fragile thread that binds us each together.

Don't be afraid to encounter risks.

It is by taking chances that we learn how to be brave.

Don't shut love out of your life by saying it's impossible to find.

The quickest way to receive love is to give ; The fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly; And the best way to keep love is to give it wings.

Don't dismiss your dreams.

To be without dream is to be without hope; To be without hope is to be without purpose.

Don't run through life so fast that you forget Not only where you've been, but also where you are going.

Life is not a race, but a journey to be savoured each step of the way.

Yesterday is History

Tomorrow is a Mystery

And Today?

Today is a gift

that's why we call it The Present

Lessons in Life

I've learned -

that you cannot make someone love you.

All you can do is

be someone who can be loved.

The rest is up to them.

I've learned -

that no matter how much I care, some people just don't care back.

I've learned -

that it takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it.

I've learned -

that it's not what you have in your life but who you have in your life that counts.

I've learned -

that you can get by on charm for about fifteen minutes.

After that, you'd better know something.

I've learned -

that you shouldn't compare yourself to the best others can do

I've learned -

that it's not what happens to people that's important. It's what they do about it.

I've learned -

that you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life.

I've learned -

that no matter how thin you slice it, there are always two sides.

I've learned -

that it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.

I've learned -

that it's a lot easier to react than it is to think.

I've learned -

that you should always leave loved ones with loving words.

It may be the last time you see them.

I've learned -

that you can keep going long after you think you can't.

I've learned -

that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.

I've learned -

that either you control your attitude or it controls you.

I've learned -

that regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first,

the passion fades and there had better be something else to take its place.

I've learned -

that heroes are the people who do what has to be done

when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.

I've learned -

that learning to forgive takes practice.

I've learned -

that there are people who love you dearly, but just don't know how to show it.

I've learned -

that money is a lousy way of keeping score.

I've learned -

that my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time.

I've learned -

that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down will be the ones to help you get back up.

I've learned -

that sometimes when I'm angry

I have the right to be angry,

but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.

I've learned -

that true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance.

Same goes for true love.

I've learned -

that just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.

I've learned -

that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them.

and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated.

I've learned _

that you should never tell a child their dreams are unlikely or outlandish.

Few things are more humiliating, and what a tragedy it would be if they believed it.

I've learned -

that your family won't always be there for you. It may seem funny, but people you aren't related to can take care of you and love you and teach you to trust people again.

Families aren't biological.

I've learned -

that no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while

and you must forgive them for that.

I've learned -

that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.

I've learned -

that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't stop for your grief.(Weep and you should Weep alone, laugh and the whole world laughs with you).

I've learned -

that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.

I've learned -

that sometimes when my friends fight, I'm forced to choose sides even when I don't want to.

I've learned -

that just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other And just because they don't argue,

it doesn't mean they do.

I've learned -

that sometimes you have to put the individual ahead of their actions.

I've learned -

that we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change.

I've learned -

that you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever.

I've learned -

that two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.

I've learned -

that there are many ways of falling and staying in love.

I've learned -

that no matter the consequences, those who are honest with themselves get farther in life.

I've learned -

that no matter how many friends you have, if you are their pillar you will feel lonely and lost at the times you need them most.

I've learned -

that your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you.

I've learned -

that even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help.

I've learned -

that writing, as well as talking, can ease emotional pains.

I've learned -

that the paradigm we live in is not all that is offered to us.

I've learned -

that credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.

I've learned -

that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon.

I've learned -

that although the word "love" can have many different meanings, it loses value when overly used.

I've learned -

that it's hard to determine where to draw the line between being nice and not hurting people's feelings and standing up for what you believe.

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Tough Times Don't Last, Tough People Always Do

Before you...

Today before you think of saying an unkind word
Think of someone who can't speak

Before you complain about the taste of your food
Think of someone who has nothing to eat

Before you complain about your husband or wife
Think of someone who's crying out to God for a companion

Today before you complain about life
Think of someone who went too early to heaven

Before you complain about your children
Think of someone who desires children but they're barren

Before you argue about your dirty house; someone didn't clean or sweep
Think of the people who are living in the streets

And when you are tired and complain about your job
Think of the unemployed, the disabled and those who wished they had your job

But before you think of pointing the finger or condemning another
Remember that not one of us are without sin and we all answer to one maker

And when depressing thoughts seem to get you down
Put a smile on your face and thank God you're alive and still around

Possessiveness

When a person shrinks his entire personal world so much that he has just one relationship to hold on to psychologically, he becomes possessive of that particular relationship. His entire emotional strength comes from that one relationship and hence he does not want to share that relationship with anybody else.

A piece of wood when held too close to your eyes will block even the sun from your sight. People hold the relationship they are possessive of so close to themselves that it makes them oblivious of the rest of the world. Possessiveness is psychological suffocation. Every other human being who walks in is seen as an unwanted trespasser. Every act gets monitored; motives are assigned; every gesture is noted; an explanation is demanded for everything, and every moment gets analysed. Deep affection turns into desperate longing, and this in turn creates pain from within. Tears of love turn into tears of craving. Despite the fact that the relationship is still on, you often feel alone and left out. When possessed with possessiveness, you feel like an emotional orphan. Why? The other person has become your world; but for the other person, you are one more role in his world.

Remember, the gardener who is overprotective of his plant will destroy the plant. Your possessiveness will one day destroy the relationship. Two pillars have to stay apart to steadily hold the roof; if the two pillars come too close to each other, the roof will come crashing down.

Relationships flower in freedom, but shrink in bondage.
Possessiveness and complete trust can never coexist.
Unconditional trust is the only antidote to possessiveness. Trust your love and believe that

what is yours can never be taken away from you . And
What is not yours will never stay with you.

Love, affection and care have no diminishing value. So,please do not reduce people into commodities by saying - if others have you, then I cannot have you. All of us can bask in the sun and nothing of the sun will ever be lost.

I can tell you with personal authenticity - what is yours will remain yours even when it is not with you.

That Last Call !

vinni ther's a kal for you..vinni...vinni...............
i am so much used to this voice of my roomies...and it alwys gets intense and bit louder whn thers sm gal on other side...
Comming da....the mobile dispalys a name...****** calling ..its her..its her .so finlly c has kalled....i hv been waiting
for this kal for so long....
But no i wont make it so easy for her....i wont .....from last 7 mnthsss c has troubledd..me i will make her say “sorry“ atleast 10 timess
thn i will thnk....and then she will say vinni sry vinni sry... and then after fuelling my dyiing ego to optimum level...“oki..i forgive ya“..it would be fun...
i'l have to cntrl my tone also makin it as indifrrnt and emotionlesss as if talkin to customare care executive oki... i pick up the phn....

Hello....hello..hello..silence on de other side........silence sucks at least fr me..and silence frm a gal
definiteellyy means that c hs gt lotss to say....Hello! who's ths....i pretend that that i hv forgotten her numbeer...hel--heel heelo....Oh God thousands bells ringing
in my head..this is the sound..sound f angel...her voice...remb those days whn v used to spend hrs talkin......continuing with the conversation
vin!ni control urself dnt let ur emotions overflow..i reply bak ..ya..who's ths...and thn kame the reply...****** vinnni..
ya! i go silent...she asks in a slow,shaky voice how are you? i felt like tellin her hw much i missed her..how much i wishd to kal her,,how i hv been dyinn...
but no i gtcha pretend..i rpl bak..what do you expect....and ths rpl of mine was blow on her...hwzz the wrk goin on?What crap who cares abt the sukkin wrk..

y is c askn me such weird questions?why kant c come to the point and say ki "vinni i am srry and i wanna talk to u da...."
these moments pretendding r geeting too long..one stupid question more and my emotionss would burst...
vinni i got smthn to talk to ya..yupss here she is..

....Vinni...This august...
august???wat's ths month doin btween us???
suddenly my tone frm being indifferent turnd into being inquistivee..ya...tell me i say...
this aug i am getting married.................................
WHat?What did you say??
i felt as if i was crushed under tonnnes of load..the roof f my apartment fell on me..fr fw secnds kudnt feel my pulse...
my heartbeat ..cant kal it heart beat..my heart swelling up and dwnn....gasping f air i control my wrdss..again givn space to my ego...
and try manipulating my wrdss...what..what did u say just nw....i cant blv me ears...wow..congats.....

u made my day..but deep in my heart i knew ki my life was ruined...

Congats ****** congats......

i must hv said ths wrd approx 10-12 timess as if standin in her reception...."So" one wrd which gvs u ample amount f tim whn ya gt nthn to say..
So...
vinni..........
now....wat again ths silence but ths time silence was frm my side.....Lik a 2 yr kid who’s gt lots to say..bt words aren’t enugh...

now wat....oki ****** take kare..keep smilin.....and all the best ...
my fingers rushing towars the red button on my cell...wait vinni... wait..i hear her voice
no..why ...wat has she gt to say nw....
ya ****** ........Vinni wont u say anythng......
ys i will.........i have to say smthn now..should i say that i love her....no no..it would sond odd now........no no..i reply back

i just wntd to tell ya that i miss u..i miss u with every breath i take..i miss u...and i ..i mean to say....dnt get me wrong..i lik you.....i feel you are the picture perfect..
you are soo sweet and he must b th lukiest chap n earth...cnvey my reagrds to him...cant say more ******...
i knew i gt to make an excuse..and for the first tim almighty favourinngg me ....****** my mobu’s battery gettin low..oki take kare..keep smilin..cngtss..
vinni..i hear her say....i belive that few people have it in their voice..it getss speciall....when she says my name....i mean my name never ever sounds so sweet...
overcomming the ocean of emotionss i reply.....hmm sollu(tel me)!

She says: vinni!
Oh! God...i wanaa hear hera gain sayiing vinni....i reply back ..helooooo helllooooooooo...cant hear you...receiver away from my mouth..
Trick worked...i hear her voice...vinni vinni..vinni r u there....
Ya ****** i kan hear you.....

Vinni i gt smthn to tell ya....................she goes silent and as you know silence froma gal means she got lots to say...
My Pentium 8 starts running and speculating...what would she say...Oh Gosh! Will she say that she feels the same for me........? or may b she would ask the general question that“will you come to my marraige and all“?? or may b that pending “sorry“.....

Shhhhhhhhhh...sweet bells beginss to ring...vinni...“You are the best guy i have ever seen and the gal you would marry would be the lukiest gal on planet!.You were..you are and you will alwyss b there my best freind....“

Tuuunn tuuunnn..............cell gets switched off............smtimess these non living thingss...like my nokia mobile..i guess undersatnd human emotions better and take suitable action ...

My eyes getting wet ....no i dnt.. i dnt wana cry for a gal..i dnt wana cry infront f my freindss....i will have to controll..i turn around...
oh god this mobile....guys no charge mann//;
One by one they start movin away..patting at my shouldersss..........

I was there standn alone in my room...i thout everything in my room.....my walls.....my after shave lotion.......the chairsss,,,the table.....roomies anti-pimple cream...everyy thng stariing at me....
Lauginn sracasticaallyy ..repettinng her last wrdssss.......

“You are the best guy i have ever seen and the gal you would marry would be the lukiest gal on planet!!You were..you are and you will alwyss b there my best freind....“

I kant satnd it i close my eyes pulling the blankett on my face.....tearss rolling from my eyess.......“Why cant she be that lukkyy gal“???????



"Should I Smile Because You're My Friend Or Cry Because Thats All We'll Ever Be?"

*all postings are messages taken from real life experiences of family and friends

He wants to meet the UNDERTAKER

Undertaker......

All alone n the night....surrounded by so called freinds of mine.....

its haldf past two....we started to booze at 9

staring at the dark sky..admiring the way these stars shine....

hey man..i knw what i need........ya i know now

i shout aloud

Undertaker is i what i need....

strange like alwys tats me.............

But ya at last,Undertaker is what i have ben lookin for......

Gathering my compusre....walking slowly i rush in search of the

Undertaker...

Freinds laughin,giigling.as alwys at the weird thout of mine...

heloo...........helllooooooooooooooooooo..............Mr. Undertaker....Is ther any undertaker around..........?????????????

I wander from roads to streets shouting aloud........... searching for the

Undertaker...

Falling again and bruising myself

Fanatically i run from pilaar to post......

Holding me by hand..a close frend of mine...

Slaps me and yells Undertaker--Undertaker.. Are u nuts???

Running alone in the night...wat ya wanna prove,,..tat u'r brave..u gt guts...

Get aside...i shout aloud...Dropping down on the ground..tears in my eyess..

I need someone to burry....

To burry down the old memories...

To burry the memories of times we spent.......

To burry down the thought of lov for me which was never meant..

to burry the mirage of her smiling face wich i see..& the all that she gave...

I need..i need an undertaker....

But wait.....ain't i a undertaker.....you too are a undertaker....

E vryone around us is an undertaker...

T rying to burry down the memories ..the sour phase f our life.....

trying to burry dwn

but sadly....none of us are a suceefull...

coz we could never nor will be able to burry down the memories which

haunt us...

and the day we meet the undertaker..sadly our eyes..our soul wouldn't be

able to experience the masterpiece.....

the wait to meet the undertaker continues...........

*all postings are messages taken from real life experiences of family and friends

They sold it for you......

Dream Seller!

Wrapped in torn bits of cloth
An old figure with a bearded face…
On an ordinary sunny day….
From my window on third floor.
I hear him say….
Dreams to sell…Dreams to sell…
Think twice, decide fast…ring the bell
I got dreams to sell…

(A kid of 7 walks to the Dream Seller)
Uncle uncle…. Do u sell only dreams.
No cola. No ice creams…
Ha ha sweet child…I got only dreams to sell.
B fast u got any, common tell…
Child thinks and asks…
I fear going home in the night…
Not coz its dark. Bt coz my ma-pa daily fight….
Bearded man waves his magic wand….
And sings a weird chant…
Granted kid granted whatever you want….

(A boy of 14 walks to the Dream Seller)
Hey! Dewd Are you nuts….
Huh you got Dreams to sell….
Are you the Santa Claus who was sleeping last year?
And has just wok up and come to sell dreams here…
He ignores them…
Dreams to sell…Dreams to sell…
Think twice, decide fast…ring the bell
I got dreams to sell…
Oki…I have dream…
I wanaa do something to prove myself.
To shine like a star, to glow like a spark.
To begin with, Can you pass me my high School with highest marks?
Bearded man waves his magic wand….
And sings a weird chant…
Granted kid granted whatever you want….

(A young man of 21 walks to the Dream Seller)
Old man! Are you all right…?
Trying to fool people in broad daylight.
He ignores them…
Dreams to sell…Dreams to sell…
Think twice, decide fast…ring the bell
I got dreams to sell…
Oki! You know we just broke off…. I am really done
She ignores me. I tried to clear the misunderstanding but she continued to walk….
Can you help me out…can you make her talk?
Bearded man waves his magic wand….
And sings a weird chant…
Granted kid granted whatever you want….


(A old couple in their 60’s walks to the Dream Seller)
Dream seller. Oh Dream seller…
I hear them shout…
Can you please help us get back our dreams…can you help us out?
We also had Dreams, which we sold….
And now we want them back. But we are too old….

Bearded man looks at them puzzled.. Sold your dreams? Are you also Dream Seller?
We are not, but yes we sold our Dreams…
For our sons first toy car, for his costly ice-cream…
We sold our dreams to send him to school…
Sleeping half fed to dress him up, so that he looks cool…
We sold our dreams, for his adidas T-shirt and shoes of Nike…
He goes to university now he needs his bike…
He’s married know and he’s gone…
Says we are old, orthodox…. down
So he left us and lives on the others side of town…

We have no dreams now. No reason to live…
So thought you would help us. If ya gtcha one dream to give.

He couldn’t ignore them…
I could see sweats on his forehead…his eyes getting wet…
Magic wand slipping for the first time, fails to set…

Couple understood his state and I could see them cry…
Took a deep breath and said…
When our own son dint how can we ask you to try??? How can we ask you to try???…

Dream seller fell on the ground as the couple walked away dreaming of the dreams they sold to make their son’s dream come true.


We all have a Dream Seller at our own home (Couple) who’s been selling their Dreams to make your Dreams come true. You can neither pay back nor can give their dream back but at least make them a part of your Dreams coz u never know---- to see your dream come true was their biggest dream.