I Have a Dream
I have a dream of an India free from education inequality.
And it often feels like a perfect world, the kind I want, awaiting my arrival.
And, may be, what I do today, is leading me towards it, every night, step by step.
But that dream is nowhere close.
It may also crash when I am just about to get there.
Or it may not even stand all the trying times before.
But the mere thought of its presence, is shaping me into a person I am willing and wishing to become.
That dream is an inspiring myth.
I am okay with being fooled by it at a later point in time, for it is only making me richer by the day.
It has gifted me mess, a beautiful mess.
If you ask me to shake myself and come out of this impossible thought, I am not sure if I will ever speak to you.
If you ask me to leave it all behind, and rationalise the present, I am not sure if I will ever ask about you.
And if you ask me to stop believing in the dream, I will certainly destroy you in my head, a little more than million times.
This dream, to me, is a horizon that makes my voyage never ending.
Yes, I want to escape safe lands.
Yes, I do not want to be spared by wars.
I so do not wish to test the waters, but to create waves in the sea.
And if you share the same dream as mine, I see many kids being led to home, a happy home far far away, found within themselves.