Diary of a Lost Wanderer

So I have been away from blogging for almost 15 days now due to various reasons. Today when I logged into my blogger account the most wonderful welcome back gift awaited me!   This is awarded to writers and bloggers for consistently writing back their fans and appreciating other's works.It has been given to me by a wonderful blogger friend Pratikshya  who blogs at Magic Moments . Thank you so much dear for finding me worthy enough for this award!

I learnt the biggest lessons of my life in the darkest phases as that is when the lamp of hope shone the brightest! ~ Me

When I was a kid, there used to be a small shop outside my school gate. The shopkeeper sold many different things ranging from stationary items, to toys to key chains and chocolates. For a 8 year old me, he was the peddler of dreams for he sold all that I dreamt of. A pink pencil which was as long as my hand, a doll that blinked her eyes, a chocolate in the shape of a red teddy bear, a keychain which could have my name engraved on it... the list was endless. I used to stare at that shop for long as I waited for my auto driver to pick me up from school. Lost in my thoughts, counting my dreams that could come true in that shop I would gape at it in amazement wondering when will it all happen and when it will, what will I do. As I grew up I learnt dreams are never sold in shops, rather what is sold in these shops become dreams for us. His shop was nothing like this and yet for me it was like this ( Pic Source: Google Images)