The Closeted Dreams
She looks outside her window. The intoxicating smell of the freshly brewed coffee, endless monsoon rain and that melancholy weather yet the blissful state of the mind lets her dream again. She is happy yet sadness hovers around her like a crown that has lost its charm years ago. The feeling of not being able to do something rips her apart day and night. It is not about jealousy or depression or mere fragmented ideas. It is about who she is and what she thinks she can offer. It is also not about running away from the responsibilities. She is desperately searching for an answer or at least an opening so that she can follow that path and try something different, something new, something that she always dreamt but never got the courage to explore. She is smiling now for she knows that she is crazy. Crazy and wild, sweet and bold, funny and lazy, compassionate and creative but above all, a dreamer. Her dreams are manifestation of what she sees happening day