I dream of living by the beach, waking up to the music of waves every day; of having the option of walking far into the sea if I find living too tedious.
I dream of watching the full moon from the top of a mountain.
I dream of being able to wear size XS again.
I dream of seeing my name in published ink.
I dream of bungee-jumping at least one in my life.
I dream of going to the topmost floor of the tallest building in the world at least once before I die.
I dream of getting a tattoo on my lower back that I can flaunt when I wear a saree.
I dream of being with a man who doesn’t need to think twice about being with me.
I dream of being told ‘I love you’ in a way that, when he tells it, I’ll know there isn’t a bigger truth in the world.
I dream of being woken up with a smile and a hug.
I dream of a home of my own, that I can call my very own, and I’ll fill it up with lots of books. A home where music will play all the time, even if no one is consciously listening to it. A home where my kids will grow up drawing on the wall (only one single wall, dedicated to them. If they ruin all the walls, I'll make them only scrub it).
I dream of going on a mini-vacation, a break of sorts, once in three months- maybe not necessarily to a new place, but just any place, to get away from the monotony. I like routine, but monotony scares me.
I dream of being with a guy who'll understand my need to be left alone once in a while; someone who'll laugh at my bad jokes and eccentricities; someone who'll love me not INSPITE of those quirks, but FOR them.
I dream of being the reason behind at least one person's happiness and smile.
I dream of being in a relationship where our silences are just as comfortable as the conversations are effortless.
I dream of never ever getting stuck in a rut or becoming just another brick in the wall.
I'm one of those who, like John Lennon said, if ever asked "What do you want to be in life?" will simply answer "Happy".
There... am I aspiring for too much?