At the dawn of the new year.....

There is always something solid to stand on,
Or, You Shall Learn to FLY.......
Oscar Wilde

I clearly see the tiny stars shining in the big dark sky --

I clearly see them shaping as a bear, shaping as a ship, shaping as a deer, ohh, how much I can see from so far off...

And as I see it, my brain tells me, what a silly pair of eyes!

But what when you begin to wonder if dreams are in a way, those huge constellations.....?
Who is to claim it -an illusion or not?

Who is to say –silly or not?

What is to do when the classic “reality strikes”?!


F A I T H – I shall learn to Fly......



It is difficult not to believe that the new year will be better than the old one! And this illusion is not wrong!

Dehradun on new year's eve ! ;)

Let our deeper sense of belief in the new year,

gather bounds.....