The Rising Sun of My Dreams.

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Japan is known as ‘Nihon’ in Japanese which literally means ‘The origin of the sun’. Every morning Japan wakes up before anyone in the world and greets the sun. 

With that sun, my dreams take an ascent. 

The intricacy of simplicity and the magnanimity of the citizens appeals one and all. The varied kimono have a unique ballad to tell. The culture and tradition create a perfect harmony, which is the soul of this island nation.

My fascination with Japan began with anime. As years passed and I crept more and more into the depths of my fandom, I discovered Japan. Or rather Japan discovered me.

That moment itself I found my dream.

Japanese inculcated the love for language within me. Haiku became a way of life. Slowly, Japanese words unintentionally slipped into English. 

And I decided I would make this passion my life.

Still in the early stages of learning Japanese, I dream to be an interpreter and visit the country of my hope and dreams one day. 

Currently, it’s a long way to go. A world so beautiful that I believe that it is my fantasy. But I know it exists. Some far away but yes, it does. 

No dream is small. It all begins from somewhere. We all need to listen to the calling of our heart. That’s where the answer lies. And that is the origin of our dreams.

No matter how many conspiracies come in the way, never give up on yourself or your dreams. Grasp your dreams with your tightest grip ever. And keep looking forward.

My dream is the origin of my hope. 

And that is the origin of my life.

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What’s in a Desert?

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What’s in a desert? You may ask. Sand and sun is your self-thought answer. But for me, the desert is the manifestation of words.

The waves of sand dunes elevate and steep every alternate moment. An ocean of sand. The wind constantly sculpts the shapeshifting sand according to its whims. 

I look at the desert. My words flow. There is no cessation to them just like the air currents. The entity itself is a mirage. The horizon coaxes us to believe that it is the end of the vast sandy expanse. But as you try to reach the horizon, it notoriously evades. And you lose yourself in the horizontal depts of the desert and the vertical depths of your mind.

Eyes flutter within itself as the miniscule grains play with their lashes. The camel just laughs by in mockery. But then the sunglasses are a nuisance. I let the sand caress my face and my hair. It innocently plays a game of tag with my eyes. My bandana flies away towards the core of the sun. 

Sandals and shoes lose their credibility as gusts of sand decide to tickle your feet. The sand gives you cold feet. Yet leaving footprints on the sand is always desirable. Literally and figuratively. Let the sand remember you. 

But it has the tendency to move on. No matter how many pair of feet walk on it, the desert covers up all its scars over and over again. It never lets them percolate within the core of its heart. 

The sky shines down without mercy. The clouds desert the desert. Yet I look up with my half shut eyelids in defiance. The sun smirks and momentarily blinds my eyes. It does not seem to be photogenic towards me. But my companion filters out the bright ego of the sun with an app. 

But the symmetry of the sun brings back memories. Memories of those warriors, thousands of years ago, who swore their battle cries over this sun.

I keep my eyes peeled out for an alchemist. But then the sun reflects across the desert and makes it gold. I scream in glee as my vehicle moves over the lesser dunes. But the forbidden, mammoth dunes, look down at my existence. My car has no choice but kowtow to them. So do I.

At night the stars journey across the sky, getting attracted to the moon deity like pilgrims. The tents light up with lamps and I write my name on the sand. 

Reluctantly, I board my car to go back. 

The sand kisses my lips in farewell. My hair gets tugged behind as the winds rebel. We make a promise.

My words intertwined with my spirit stay buried forever.

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