When dreams come true

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“Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.” ― Oscar Wilde 

Not very long ago I had began a journey with thousands of dreams in my eyes, some vague, some hazy while some completely non-existent. On this journey I met some wonderful people whom today I call my friends.

You not only helped me see my dreams more clearly but also everytime I was down you sent some of your strength, belief and faith to keep me going. You fought, you screamed, you made me laugh, you commented, you encouraged, you pushed, you ensured that I don't lose the sight of the dream. 


I remember those emails I would get everytime I would be MIA checking on me. The lovely letters and compliments you send along with warm wishes, all these are neatly printed and displayed on my desk so that everytime I am feeling low I remember what my true calling is.

I don't have words to THANK each one of you for the belief you had in my writing and the way you kept asking me to try. I can just meekly smile and say a small prayer for each of you lovely souls <3

It is said that when you conspire to achieve something the whole Universe comes together to bring that to you. But I would say for Me, each one of you had conspired to achieve and hence Universe has made this moment happen. It's not only Me, its US here :)

It is overwhelming when you see those dreams take a shape in some form and that too with someone whom you have looked up to in many ways.


Like the lines of my favourite poem " There are miles to reach before I sleep........" , this is just a first step and a beginning just like I did one 2.5 years ago one summery night by beginning this blog. And with all your love and support I am sure the coming 2.5 decades will be also a wonderful journey to cherish!

THANK YOU  

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