Dreams they say are mirrors of the mind. Dreams are thought to be the portrayal of what one feels and what one desires. Dreams are supposed to show ones inner desires, ones need and basically what one wants in life.
While there are people who contradict this and say, that dreams don’t hold any meaning. It is basically a glimpse of what one thinks just before one dozes off to sleep.
But what about those dreams that come more than often, the ones that u have seen many times and you can recollect every bit of it? What about those dreams that u see without sleeping, that which u strongly feel is what the future holds for you.

I don’t often dream, or rather I should say I usually forget what I dream about, but therez this one particular dream that I often see, one dream that I really hold close to my heart, one dream that I feel will be a part of reality some years down the line.

I often see this dream, although I have never thought about myself as a homely girl, a girl born and brought up to be sent to her in-laws,I have never felt the need of marrying. I have never understood the concept of ARRANGING who u r destined to be with. I have never felt the requirement of a man in every womens life to protect her from this big,bad world. Thatz why I often question myself as to why I see this dream and what is meant by it. Is this all that I want from life? Is the completion of this dream my ultimate solace? Is just this the completion of my aim ,my destiny on this earth.

I don’t have any answers to these,but I really want to share this dream.
I see myself,in a sari(wow,the elegant garment)….a simple one,not like the ones you see on screen.but a real simple one like every other mother wears.It is pleated nicely,neatly like I have practised the art of wearing this 5 and half meter long dreass.My hair is wet,not from rain but from the refreshing bath I just took.Small water droplets are sliding down my back,giving me a strange sensation.the sunlight reflect and refracts on some of these droplets,giving an eerie light to my jet black hair.i am standing in front of a mirror,a long full view one,and I am staring at myself.yes,I have changed,I see myself in a complete new AVTAR…and the most amazing thing ..is that my hair is parted in the middle,and the bright colour of vermillon,bringing a shine to my face.yes,I look like one of those newly married ,where the vermillon is just a bit in excess,potraying my new stand on this new life.
My face is bare,without the kilos of make up,that is customary of the wedding day..my eyes have a hint of kajal,and my lips are bare,but pink.My cheeks are clean,but the slight blush of new life and new love makes it brighter.Theres a sparkle in my eyes,a brightness in my face,that implies my joy,my satisfaction and my eagerness to start a new life.I can se the excitement in my eyes as I stand on the threshold of a promising future.The sun rays fall on me from the nearby window,and I look RADiating in its light.There is a slight smile on my lips,as I stand there,admiring myself,my radiance and my joy.

I see my man, although I cant make out who and where he is now.i see him as I want him to be, I see his deep brown eyes, admiring his lady from a distance, I see his joy at finding the right girl, I see his pride as he gazes at his bride. He comes over. and I can see his strides in the mirror as he makes his way across the room to his lady luck. He stands behind me and holds my waist from ,and just ,looks at me intently at the mirror. His strong arms wrapped around my waist, his brown eyes, slightly moist, his chin resting on my shoulders and his sincerity as he hold me closer. He holds me like he will never let me go, he holds me like I m his only hope, he holds me like he will always support me and like I m the princess of his world. he makes me feel loved, as if I m the only one who matters to him, as if I rule his world.
He holds me near like he needs me, like he is incomplete without me, like I m his ray of joy. He holds me gently yet firm enough for me to understand his love and his caring side.
I don’t know why I never dream about my wedding day,the day when I am the show stopper,when all lights focus on me,when all that I do and say becomes news.i have never ever dreamt of this very special day in any girls life,I have never seen myself in the sparks of the wedding lamps,the noise of the incessant chatter.i have never dreamt about this day when every other person whispers about how good I look,and how I walk like a proud princess.the princess of the day.

All that I dream of is,the neat pleats of my sari,the deep brown eyes of my life partner,the staring,surprised look on my face as I gaze into the mirror trying my best to know what lays in the future..all I see is the love in his eyes,the joy sparkling in my face and the promises that we both hold in our heart to be with eact other,together and forever.

Maybe for me what matters most is what life has to offer me after I cross the hurdle of marriage,maybe for me d-day is not as important as the d –days after it.maybe what I desire is more happiness from my life partner than the wedding bells.Maybe I m waiting for u to take me in your arms and show me what life holds for me.