Dreams in a lazy dopahar..
Dreams in a lazy dopahar..
We were three of us .sitting under the sardiyon ki bheeni dhoop in our college lawns... Gulmohar flowers dropping from the tree above in our Laps...Young girls with loads of dreams and plans dripping from our dreamy eyes.. With books sprawled in front of us..but minds floating away in the vast oceans of dreamy waves..I looked up at my bestie and we both laughed and together yelled " dream time..!! Ok let's dare to dream girls " I got up and added " so out girls .. Let's dream and let's share our dream".. My bestie turned to me " out with urs first ".. Lying on that warm grass under the sun that lazy afternoon with my dupatta over my face to protect my burning pink face from direct rays of the sun I dreamily sang " All I want is a cosy home somewhere ..far away from the cold night air.. With a loving hubby and an adorable dog and that would be lovely just lovely "..🎶 My bestie burst out laughing at this .. and turned to our other Madonna obsessed friend for her dream and the matter of fact answer was " "They can beg and they can plead...But they can't see the light ..Cause the boy with the cold hard cash...Is always Mister Right...'Cause we are living in a material world....And I am a material girl...🎵🎼..tiptoeing to the butterfly sitting on a nearby flower I couldn't help smiling at the vast fluctuations in our dreams.. Same dreamy age but huge difference in even the way we looked at our dreams and aspirations .. I blew at the petals of the half open Gulmohar buds and turned to no one in particular humming away "Yaar hi meraa kapadaa lattaa...Yaar hi meraa gahanaa....Yaar mile to izzat samajhun..
Kajari ban kar rahanaa....Ni mai yaar manaanaa ni ...chaahe Log boliyaan bole...🎵.. And as we got up from that warm grass that afternoon to rush for the next class little did we know that he was listening from up there and we also had no idea absolutely of the games he is capable of playing and the surprises and turns he loves to throw at us in this Bhool bhulaiya called life where nothing is as straight and simple as our innocent dreams .. And together we walked in the class shoulder to shoulder ..:stars in our eyes ... our dreams intact ...but destinies sealed as well..
We were three of us .sitting under the sardiyon ki bheeni dhoop in our college lawns... Gulmohar flowers dropping from the tree above in our Laps...Young girls with loads of dreams and plans dripping from our dreamy eyes.. With books sprawled in front of us..but minds floating away in the vast oceans of dreamy waves..I looked up at my bestie and we both laughed and together yelled " dream time..!! Ok let's dare to dream girls " I got up and added " so out girls .. Let's dream and let's share our dream".. My bestie turned to me " out with urs first ".. Lying on that warm grass under the sun that lazy afternoon with my dupatta over my face to protect my burning pink face from direct rays of the sun I dreamily sang " All I want is a cosy home somewhere ..far away from the cold night air.. With a loving hubby and an adorable dog and that would be lovely just lovely "..🎶 My bestie burst out laughing at this .. and turned to our other Madonna obsessed friend for her dream and the matter of fact answer was " "They can beg and they can plead...But they can't see the light ..Cause the boy with the cold hard cash...Is always Mister Right...'Cause we are living in a material world....And I am a material girl...🎵🎼..tiptoeing to the butterfly sitting on a nearby flower I couldn't help smiling at the vast fluctuations in our dreams.. Same dreamy age but huge difference in even the way we looked at our dreams and aspirations .. I blew at the petals of the half open Gulmohar buds and turned to no one in particular humming away "Yaar hi meraa kapadaa lattaa...Yaar hi meraa gahanaa....Yaar mile to izzat samajhun..
Kajari ban kar rahanaa....Ni mai yaar manaanaa ni ...chaahe Log boliyaan bole...🎵.. And as we got up from that warm grass that afternoon to rush for the next class little did we know that he was listening from up there and we also had no idea absolutely of the games he is capable of playing and the surprises and turns he loves to throw at us in this Bhool bhulaiya called life where nothing is as straight and simple as our innocent dreams .. And together we walked in the class shoulder to shoulder ..:stars in our eyes ... our dreams intact ...but destinies sealed as well..
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