A Liar's Guide to the Dreams..

In the dead of the night, the dreams come in one by one. They cling to you with soft acceptance, and they know it all..

These are the dreams which leave a note of remembrance. They cling to our tongues like a bittersweet delight.

They feel familiar, though their flavour melts in the mouth... and taste distinctly unusual.


April 05, 2009

There are in my blog plenty of posts on friends.

There are a few about family.

Today there's going to be one where I can tell you that I am blessed with a family of my own choosing.

Somehow as this dark night slowly dawns to this day I would like to tell you how beautiful the moments are when you know you are among people who will look at you, find and point out all the problems you have, and then, say... "So What?" to all of them and love you no matter what you are.

Once, I used to be in constant feat that I was the outsider. But these amazing people brought me in. And made me feel a warm touch somewhere near the core of what I am. It happens when someone just casually says... "You can't go to Europe, you'll have to come to America because we're all there and we're together. The three of us." And its there when someone scolds your head off saying..."Uff how random are you!" and at the same breath utter... "Never be anything else... I love you.". And then there are times when someone gives you the tightest hug in the world that threaten to crush your bones and say "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." And the times when you're on the other side of the phone jumping because I've got something I need.

I love my family. I love them. They're what I want to have.