Shikha Banerjee, 40, a resident of Sri Krishna Puri, is a keen lover of nature and its beauty. She has dreams that the park near her house, which has been left barren and unmaintained for ages suddenly turns green and she strolls with her family in the park.
Shikha, while taking a deep sigh, said, One day I was very upset that my husband could not go for his morning walk in the nearby park as it was filthy as all the wastes were dumped there. That night I dreamt that the park is blooming with beautiful flowers of shiuli and roses in its periphery and green fresh grass is laid all over the park. That was an unforgettable dream, I wish someone could help in decking up the park.
While waiting for my train at Patna Junction, I fell asleep once. I dreamt that Patna Junction has tiles flooring and it is clean. I could even smell of white phenyl smelling like lemons poured all over the track which are spotless and shining, says Ravinder Jain, 37, a local businessman who travels on every second day to Kolkata for his work.
Well not the entire part of his dream can be true but the cleanliness and use of disinfectant can surely be checked.
While some children dream of chocolates and toys there are some like Pintu, 14, who dreams that he does not have to assist his father everyday to his tea shop and can go to a good school.
I want to study in a big school and that is what I dream off, says Pintu looking intently towards the high walls of a college.
It is so strange that all these dreams seem known to us and most of us can relate ourselves to Shikha, Aishwarya, Jain or Pintu. So what is it? Are the times changing when people have left dreaming of homes and luxury or the happenings around us have dominated our sleeps as well?
Are we that upset from calling or writing to the authority that dreams have become our way to see things turning real? Surely the genie is in sleep and would wake up to turn these dreams to truth.
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