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A letter to a person who can not dream.

                                                 
Dream. A part in us that makes imagination seem our innate ability. A part that has always driven the mankind confused. The only reality that human brain still registers as an unfathomable virtuality. 
One day you are at the bay, building sand castle
with your kids and the second day, someone is trying to kill you. Living amidst the different scenarios of our cranial sphere slowly teaches us the miracles of life. 
But that is not all. It is a wonder how these few seconds of unplanned imaginations leave an impact that ironically plans our entire day. Making us ponder over it, sometimes for hours, days and months. It is like taking a dip in an ocean that suddenly seems not to be built by us. A dip that sometimes drowns us and sometimes nourishes our soul. Like watching a movie being filmed. 
At some nights they become a nightmare, nightmares that burden your chest and make you cry. Other nights they make you blush in a way your day self wouldn't have witnessed. 
A beautiful way our soul uses to communicate with us and tell us its stories.

Such is the story my dear friend. The tale of a storyteller we find difficult to write. But you can smile, for every night I will tell you a story that is no less than a dream

Shreeraksha Naik .

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