My good friend Corinne, who is living her dream asks whether I am living mine. That is a tough one, my friend. You are forcing me to go a long way back and brush away the cob webs that have camouflaged my dreams. Like you, words have always been a part of my dreams, though unlike you, its been weaving its way in and out. After a long game of hide and seek, they have most definitely come back home,this time to stay. Status – check.
One corner is clear and clutter free. Now, for the next. Travel. From the time I can remember, the itch to travel has been as strong as pining for a long lost love. Have done some and then. Long way to go on this one. And the one destination that has been haunting me for years – Valley of Flowers. The broom has reached just a small part of the corner on this one. Status – Not Checked
Over to the next corner. This may sound a little trite. For someone who was born into an orthodox Syrian Christian agricultural family from Central Kerala, where women seldom went out of their homes to work, standing on my own feet, doing what I wanted to do and building a life with someone of her choice, is nothing short of a minor battle. To be my own person, to live my life my way and to be happy and content at that, can I even call it a dream? It has been life itself for me. Status – checked long back.
The last corner is a potpourri. Dreams, wishes, longings, wants, needs, all get checked and un checked again and again. This is where I go to when the others seem to let me down. This is where I draw my energy from to go back and demand more of the other corners. This corner is my sanctuary and solace. Status – Open
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