A Million Dreams

Hurting sentiments and hurling abuses, since childhood were taught the wrongs. Not treating it as just a tone, what we learnt, I know life's not fair, neither am I. Yes, the tone of my skin is not pearl-ish, It's rugged and tanned, has burns and scars. Some cuts which embraces the brown, between the midst of white dermis. Life would be much beautiful and carefree if the people were blind, blind enough to peep into souls and not faces. Blind enough, not to judge people. People preach promises, but they care a fig. Teaching wrong lessons about the skin. Why can't all the colours be considered pretty ? Why can't we stand by what we are ? White is beautiful, but when black is the colour of the soul, It doesn't matter, which poison you apply. Can't we be fearless enough ? Strong and rigid to say, to shout, to scream ? Yes, am a proud brown with a hint of colour, but am not less beautiful than you're, All you do, is enjoy demise and mis

The next four years weren't much happening for Dhruv. He always wanted to be literature laureate, but he had to go for engineering because his relatives said, " onek scope ache ". He resisted at first, tried to avoid his relatives and family friends, and even the customers in their shop and somehow managed to succeed 0.5%, but then his revolt was demolished when his mother fainted, when he said that he doesn't want to be an engineer. How supernatural it is ? She was completely normal the entire day, but when her son said, he wanted to go for B.A. his mother fainted.  " Et tu mother ! " He mumbled, when his last day of hope was murdered too. He went to Jadavpur, somehow completed his Bachelor's in Engg. Life wasn't the same as it was before, his routine was damaged he made some new friends, life was going on. He applied for the entrance and qualified for the MBA, which was his plan B. He called up Shalini, his childhood best friend to meet and s