Navneeth usually has trouble falling asleep. Even when he is tired, he tries to fight sleep with unfailing dedication. He would challenge the very idea of 'retiring to bed'. I'm often at loss telling stories, singing songs and answering questions. I would then yell out 'Off we go to Dreamland'.
Now, the question is where is Dreamland. Is it anywhere near Deutschland? Or is it near India? Is it near the equator? Is it always sunny there?
No! Dreamland is not a country. You won't be able to locate it on the globe. Its simply the place little children and their tired mothers go to, when they fall asleep. Its a beautiful, beautiful place with green meadows, rainbows and trees. There are flowers everywhere, roses, jasmine, tulips and daisies, the whole place is covered with flowers and there are fruits in every tree. Birds sing the songs of the spring and the leaves dance to the effervescence of the sweet, fragrant breeze.....
"Stop, stop...Did you say there are birds.." Navneeth asked sitting up. He looked at me sceptically.
"Yes, These birds sing songs too."
"Angry birds..?"
"No, Not angry birds. Regular, friendlier birds.."
"But, why can't angry birds come there too."
"No one can ever be angry in Dreamland."
"But I want angry birds in my Dreamland. I want them to eat those fruits.."
"Hmm..Ok. As long as they're not messing around with their sling-shots."
Children run around everywhere, plucking flowers, eating fruits and chasing after squirrels......
"Are there shops in Dreamland? How do I buy toys. I want toy shops and candy shops and houses with toilets."
"Ok, you can go to your Dreamland and I'll go to mine."
"Mine is better than yours. Mine has Angry birds!"
"I'm fine with no Angry birds."
"Amme.. You can come into mine, if you want to.. There are shops."
"I don't want shops."
"But I don't want to be alone, will you come into mine..?"
I'm sitting here with my German course book worrying about unpronounceable words and incomprehensible Grammatika. Its almost midnight here and I have a test tomorrow.
I find myself clinging to the thoughts of Dreamland, where anything is possible.
Don't we all have our own Dreamland, our own refuge from crazy reality? And don't we all wish to have someone to share our dreams?
This chilly winter night surrounds me with a dreamy silence, in moments like this I think I can almost merge dreams and reality!
Happy thoughts and Smiles!
The silence is lovely, but I would let this beautiful song to break it.
This is my 100'th post.. :-)
Now, the question is where is Dreamland. Is it anywhere near Deutschland? Or is it near India? Is it near the equator? Is it always sunny there?
No! Dreamland is not a country. You won't be able to locate it on the globe. Its simply the place little children and their tired mothers go to, when they fall asleep. Its a beautiful, beautiful place with green meadows, rainbows and trees. There are flowers everywhere, roses, jasmine, tulips and daisies, the whole place is covered with flowers and there are fruits in every tree. Birds sing the songs of the spring and the leaves dance to the effervescence of the sweet, fragrant breeze.....
"Stop, stop...Did you say there are birds.." Navneeth asked sitting up. He looked at me sceptically.
"Yes, These birds sing songs too."
"Angry birds..?"
"No, Not angry birds. Regular, friendlier birds.."
"But, why can't angry birds come there too."
"No one can ever be angry in Dreamland."
"But I want angry birds in my Dreamland. I want them to eat those fruits.."
"Hmm..Ok. As long as they're not messing around with their sling-shots."
Children run around everywhere, plucking flowers, eating fruits and chasing after squirrels......
"Are there shops in Dreamland? How do I buy toys. I want toy shops and candy shops and houses with toilets."
"Ok, you can go to your Dreamland and I'll go to mine."
"Mine is better than yours. Mine has Angry birds!"
"I'm fine with no Angry birds."
"Amme.. You can come into mine, if you want to.. There are shops."
"I don't want shops."
"But I don't want to be alone, will you come into mine..?"
I'm sitting here with my German course book worrying about unpronounceable words and incomprehensible Grammatika. Its almost midnight here and I have a test tomorrow.
I find myself clinging to the thoughts of Dreamland, where anything is possible.
Don't we all have our own Dreamland, our own refuge from crazy reality? And don't we all wish to have someone to share our dreams?
This chilly winter night surrounds me with a dreamy silence, in moments like this I think I can almost merge dreams and reality!
Happy thoughts and Smiles!
The silence is lovely, but I would let this beautiful song to break it.
This is my 100'th post.. :-)
