Today, the storm came again. 

Today it was more powerful than yesterday. 

It made everything messy. 

The city witnessed one of the most devastating storms today.

The city stopped for eight hours.

Power cut, endless discussion on the scarcity of water and electricity for the coming days, noise of the neighborhood kids, laughter of aunties, gossips of uncles.

Everything made it chaotic. 

Mom and I had headache. 

We share the same state of mind. 

Ever-wandering, ever-questioning, ever-exploring. 

Restless. 

Anxious. 

Asking questions, finding answers. 

I am afraid of the dark, except two special hours. 

First, when I am meditating in the darkness. 

Second, when I am searching someone in the darkness. 

Today, I was questioning myself. 

And I realized, self-talk is great. 

I asked myself, “What’s the most important word in your life?”

The answer came, “Dream.”

But why? 

“Because it’s the word that pushed me into a traumatic experience. 

I thought my life was over when my dream of becoming a banker

Ended. 

But then, 

this is the word that made me come alive, once again. “

And I realized, the dream for which I blamed myself, harmed myself, and dragged myself to the deepest of pain, was never mine. 

I saw that dream because everyone told me,

influenced me, instructed me to see that dream. 

From childhood, we learn to live for others, and meanwhile, 

We forget to live for ourselves. 

That dream was never my only dream. 

For I breathe in hope. 

And where there is hope, 

There is a new dream waiting. 

(This post is a part of Blogchatter Half Marathon 2023.)