a pleasant morning.

It is a pleasant morning Aakash woke up to. The sun is shining brightly against the light blue canvass. The sky is clear, with patches of white clouds sailing here and there. It had rained last night. The air is full of freshness. The plants in the field has covered themselves with a fresh blanket of flowers. The squirrels are running here and there. There is the mother bird, feeding her "all time" hungry chicks. A rainbow has formed in the distant sky, but it is not very distinct. Patches of water...... o haseena zulfon waali jaane jahan....

The shrill sound of his mobile phone's alarm broke his dream. It is the third day in a row that this has happened. Somehow, he cannot complete his dream, nor can he live it!!!

Aakash got out of his bed. Yeah it is morning, but a gloomy one. All he could see were dark clouds hovering over. It had rained frightfully last night. Everything around is still wet. He glanced over his lone seasonal flowering plant. No!! No flowers still!! He is not sure how much longer he has to wait for a flower. Two street dogs are barking at a beggar. Perhaps he tried to steal some food which were meant for those dogs!!! "A mother bird feeding her chicks", he recalled his dream. Can he find something like that?? Oh, forget it!! There are no space in this jungle of concrete for a bird to nest!!! Perhaps he can sight a rainbow. No such luck either!! His day thus commenced. Again a day full of tensions, expectations, desires, hopes and finally their downfall. "I wish i could live in my dreams," he murmured.