of broken dreams

Life has had so many dream...countless...so many of them that I have lost track now, everyday is a new dream that crashes on the shores of reality. I wonder why? I am sure that I am not the only one. The question is that life without dreams is also not worth living and life with broken dreams is also not worth living. As a child the dreams were different and today the dreams are much different. Yet the common thread is the dissatisfaction. I am afraid to dream now. When you give an interview and hope for that new job and it does not happen...when you hope for that phone call and there is no ring...well, life still goes on but it does lose that zing.

Day 1: A New Start

I have always wanted to write a book but thoughts keep running in the mind - plots, ideas, gupshup but the pen never hits the paper.

So finally today I opened my own blog. Congratulations! Finally. Hopefully it will be a good beginning that will have a happy ending.