No More Dream
You are standing in the middle of the road while everything passes you by. It's like sitting in the backseat of the car looking out the side window, the trees and the houses passing by way too fast and you can't even slow down cause it's not you in the driver seat. I t's an unknown person right there, you don't recognize him. It's been 12 years now, the last time I lifted my cricket bat and went out to play without knowing this will be the last. Things started to follow and my childhood faded but the dust on my toys didn't. They are still sitting up there; like some treasure only for me to find them when I am not looking for. It's not just my childhood that's gone; what about the "Dreamer" in me? This might sound sad but trust me it's not, it's only a part of the process. There comes a time in your life when you realize how important it is to discover yourself but at the same time along the