Then they asked us to dream,
Write it on a paper
And post it on a wall.
“It doesn’t necessarily have to be big, you know,” said one.
“It could be anything that comes to your heart”, guided the other.
“Don’t think much, just put it there, however dreamy or unrealistic or funny it may look.”
Sounded comfortable. Doable.
So came the first
Then another
and yet another –
And those few happy notes
Adorned the wall.
“Can we have more than one?” asked one enthusiastic voice.
“Of course!
As many you want,
any size you desire,
any colour you wish…
go ahead please”.
This sounded so pleasant.
And smiles beamed around.
And in no time
Came a newer one
Then another
and yet another –
And adhering to one another
those dreamy notes
became a colourful soirée on the wall.
Countless.
Boundless.
Uninhibited.
Out there for everyone to read.
Out there as a group share.
Relatable. All relatable.
One like the other, honest, bare.
And while we talked and reflected about life,
Something magical happened.
Many of those notes turned to birds
And beautiful tunes they hummed.
A few became fluorescent sails on boats
And off to distant lands they turned.
But some remained there for us to see
Fluttering on the branches of a wishing tree.
– Sandhya Thakkar
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