I see a chirpy home she said, with birds singing the morning song. As I wake up from my bed, I want to enter a garden and keep my feet on the lawn, smile with the first tickle of dew drops making my feet happy with a hot cup of tea in my hands.
A dream we once had she said, when we were young and worked hard for a great life. The life we promised we will give your father, one day and eventually to you as a heritage.
From the hustle and bustle of city life, we want to live, we see a blue bungalow of our own, with a wall full of yellow roses. A dream we saw when we were young, with fire in our bellies and give you all the comforts.
Will you fulfil my dream she asked? When I open my window all I want to see is Yellow Roses. I then want to come out on the lawn and get my feet tickled with dew drops. A hot cup of tea will only ensure that blood flows well in my streams as the fragrance of the roses makes me remind of the dream we had seen together.
Magical isn't it? Same dream, one saw and so did the other? She then smiled at me and said, your grand father was a simple man, guess he blended with my dream, just like how sugar blends in our morning tea.
It's been 7 months since she is gone, She lives within the first smiling rose, now popped out in our garden today, all in her memory. I sat on our garden bench couple of days back looking at the buds with my wife, all we did was let the dew
kiss our feet and our eyes too. We smiled eternally!
kiss our feet and our eyes too. We smiled eternally!



