That dream thing/ to witness a miracle It was late winter short days and long beautiful cold nights. I loved that cold fresh air blowing through out our little world, it was quite far outside the city so was for us our little world of dreams and hopes. At night from terrace of our hostels we could see bright lights of the city at same time enjoying calm surrounding and cold wind. On some nights the beautiful full moon joined us in festival of thoughts as I used to stay up till late with self. And on other nights the stars would make it shining out of dark only witness of ……! Like every collegian life was moving fast. Every day had something new to excite us. For sometime I almost forgot that this time too may pass. There were lots of dreamers and believers. Listening to them made me wonder often how this people can believe so strongly in things which might never happen, in age of euphoria people lived with hopes of love and miracles, feeling were at its high tide. I was more r
life, dreams & destiny in a land of chaos