goldenboy

I do have dreams at night, but have stopped dreaming during the day.

I do not willingly do it. It has just become a second nature to me. I don’t weave fantasies, I don’t dream how tomorrow should be anymore.

It just happened. The boy who dreamed dreams and made them a reality (and lay weeping finding no joy in its completion) today has no dreams to build his future on. He just wakes up, waits till the afternoon to go to work, and then at the strike of the hour leaves his mom’s place to reach his office on time.

So when the weekend arrives, and there is no clock to follow… he wonders what to do with his time, tries to call a couple of his old friends who have long left him, only to be met with rebuke over the phone. He then spends the two days wondering what to do.

He no longer tries to learn Punjabi because he feels it would be too much stress. For that matter, he does not even attempt at reading the couple of books he has yet to finish. He waits like a soldier in times of peace.

He does not pray fervently anymore, because prayer has dried up within him. He does not watch TV, because it bores him. All he does is, wait… wait for Monday when he would have the clock to guide him, to work, to the cafeteria, to tests, to the training room…

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So are there no dreams in the life of the GoldenBoy anymore?

No dreams. Just a vision. Of a strong foundation. On which he would build his house. The house of dreams.

But till the foundation is laid, he will lay low, and weave no fantasies.

The vision of a strong foundation leads him on…