Dreams To Die For

Few little showers, muddy smell, rays of sunshine playing hide and seek with those dark clouds were making vacations more beautiful for Henry. He ran to his grandpa who was busy in cleaning his garden "what a perfect day" exclaimed grandpa. Henry rolled his eyes and said "what makes it perfect, why not other days and this one is perfect." Grandpa smiled and said, "it is perfect to do gardening my son." Why gardening is so important to you?" "It is because it's my dream to plant and grow 25 beautiful diverse plants in fact it's my only dream."

"Dream one which you get when you are asleep?" questioned boy. Grandpa laughed and said "My son's dreams are "wants". "Your wishes, your urge, your desperation to achieve something. Puzzled Henry said "like desperately I want my vacations to be longer so is it my dream?"

Grandpa said, "see Henry these are small wishes getting a new house, new cars, new toys, new bags. These aren't your dreams. Your dreams could be like I want to be a renowned soccer player or may be you want to run business. "But your dream is a simple one grandpa just to do plant 25 beautiful roses?" "I very well know this but when I was young I had dream to do a job as magistrate it was my dream because my father wanted me to be one and I never questioned myself on which I was interested into.

I just sailed in a boat which was rowed by my father, by my society, by my peers. Few years later when I got married, we both were one soul. Your grandma had heavenly face to look at, I could have gazed for my entire lifetime. Not only her looks but she was epitome of kindness. A soul who could help anyone by her empathy. Literature was everything to her obviously after me. While I used to work she used to read. All her books are still in shelf. On our first anniversary, I gifted her a book and that book was loved by her so much that still it is devoid of any marks, any folding. Seeing her interest I was amazed because like you and me she wasn't without a dream. In her eyes you could see that urge of reading and being a storyteller. She loved to read out to kids to friends to everyone.

One day I realised the fact that "I never had a goal nor any task nor any wish list." I went to her and asked her "Carl what makes you dream? what makes you wish for? I never had a dream does it makes me wrong person on earth?"

Carl smiled and said, "John, living without dream is only existing not living. To have a dream is not only need but it's necessity. An Indian Scientist once said "Dreams are seedlings of reality". Dreams makes your life worth living for. Everyday you wake up and does your scheduled work just to earn but if you had a dream just think how fun your life would have been. Everyday you will chase your dream you will work to your extreme to step towards your dream. At the end of day you will sleep satisfactorily because that day you had done things which you always wanted to.

"But Carl what makes you dream? I never had such thing which I would have worked my whole life at. "John you will know that this is your only task only goal to achieve when something will inspire you do that. It could be a person who will inspire you, it could be any situation which will compel you to see the only goal. Also many a times it can be any celebrity whom you will adulate, any things which you love to look at and work upon them. Like for an engineer his dream was this maybe because he would have loved to engage with tools he would have loved to play and upgrade his tools similarly for a teacher his dream was to be a teacher because he would have found happiness in teaching.

John do things which you find happiness in; rest will work out. "Carl may be I will start doing things which makes me happy but still I will still be goal-less" ."John there are somethings, some situations which haven't yet struck you. These situations will help you find some goals. I will not ask you to wait for those situations but till then do things which makes you happy. Be in situations which make you an ecstatic person. For simplicity make few goals for a day work on those complete those and sleep satisfactorily. "You listening me Henry right?" "Yes grandpa I'm so did you encounter a situation which helped you dream?" "Yes Henry I encountered a situation." "And that situation was?" "It was Sunday evening a rainy day when I and Carl were on couch and she was telling me her new story" less to her words and more were my looks on her lip movement and her hair which were disturbing her while orating. She read me a poem and I asked her meaning. She said "Poet beautifully describes that Nature is beautiful and every beautiful heart would admire this immortal beauty. She continued "One who has beautiful heart would not only adore nature but also make it more beautiful by planting, by taking care of mother earth." As soon as she ended "she said "stop staring John you are making me blush."

"I gathered my best words and said her "I'm staring at beautiful face and I think it's worth staring for isn't it?"

"She blushed even more, closed her book and said let's go for a walk. We went that silent night I could still remember how she smelled when I leaned on her to kiss how she blushed with raindrops streaming on her soft lips how she curled her fingers over mine. But unfortunately it was last time I felt her."Why grandpa?" The very next day Communists attacked our houses city was ruined and before I could return to my house she had her last few breaths without me. That broke me and her words recalled in my mind" some situations will struck you and change you and help you to dream."

That day I decided to make my garden decorated and planted with beautiful and diverse roses. " Why 25 grandpa"? She died on 25th of November my son.