Dreams…I don’t feel like elaborating the meaning of this word.
I feel that whatever explanation be given to this word, it would not suit the
word.
In my childhood I always had the pleasure of bullying my classmates.
I had a great pleasure in doing so and used to think that life would just pass
by doing all this way.
As I entered into my teenage, I was always haunted by my aim
of becoming a Doctor. Being not so good in Mathematics, I knew that my dream
wont take its color. But I didn’t stop dreaming. I had a grave feeling…a
fearful lump got created whenever I thought that I couldn’t be a doctor.
I had an aspiration of becoming a doctor while the destiny
had its own cards ready for me. As I turned on to be an adult in the later years,
I knew that I didn’t have the material that can make me reach my goal of
becoming a doctor. However still, I lavishly dream of being a Doctor.
I received a shock when I left my dreams and struggled off
to the path that lead me to the business world. It had all numbers and calculations
in it. With all logic, I started off my new path. Slowly in the due course of
time I lost one of my closest person. I was shattered. Though I was strangled
by the situations, still I manage to keep up to the dream of becoming a Company
Secretary.
After a long toil, I finally achieved my dreams. My dreams
belonged to that person who had dreamt of my dreams when he was alive. Today
though he may not be alive but still I have accomplished his dreams and mine too.
And I feel I made my father proud by fulfilling his dreams which had turned
mine.
