Hold on to your dreams!

All men dream but not equally!
Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds,
Wake in the day to find that it was mere vanity.
But the dreamers of the day are dangerous men.
For they may act on their dreams with open eyes to make it possible.
                                                                                         T.E. Lawrence (Lawrence of Arabia) -Seven Pillars of Wisdom

Hold on to your dreams!

When I was a young girl, I chanced upon a book of Greek mythology which started a lifelong yearning to go to Greece. While the other children played in the yard, I day dreamed of mythical monsters, gods and goddesses and fantastic adventures in this fairytale land. Once I discovered that Greece was indeed a real country that it was possible to visit, there was no stopping me. I declared passionately to everyone who would listen that I was on my way to Greece.

 I got teased about it mercilessly at school and the light hearted banter from my friends at University also did not deter me from my determination to get there. By now I had learned about the philosophers, the architecture, the history, the cuisine, the sundrenched islands and my imagination had taken me to newer heights of longing. I could never see the word Greece without smiling.
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Last Thursday was a very special afternoon in our lives. Long have I dreamed of this day !

My little dog – a heartbeat at my feet ! – Edith Wharton

I have not had a dog of my own since I was eight years old. And a Jolly little soul he was ! Growing up in the years where dogs were free to roam the outdoors and come home when they were ready, meant we often encountered adventures of the most unusual kind. He was prone to chasing the neighbours chickens and often left a flurry of feathers and a bunch of irate neighbours in his wake- just for the fun of it.

Going to school without him was an impossible task as he somehow almost always managed to escape and follow me to school and excitedly chase the hysterical girls in the schoolyard .  I remember many schoolday afternoons spent listening to lessons taught by exasperated schoolteachers , from outside the classroom door with my dog. The one exception was my Science teacher who, incredibly, thought he was very well behaved (which he was most definitely not) but he lived up to her expectations by being as good as gold in her class and was allowed to sit or lie down in the aisle next to me, his tail thumping contentedly whenever she  addressed him.
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