Just like Alice, some of us dream too, of going down a big black hole – something as dark as the rabbit hole, the darkness signifying the uncertainty ahead. Art by Amrita Sarkar.
Do dead dreams have tears? Maybe they do. They walk their long, arduous journey to the pool of deserted life and cry their tears dry. All dead dreams lie dormant in that pool; a stray arrow of thought may travel its way through and poke at a dead dream – igniting it to life just for a while and when a dead dream awakes..
Dear swing..you remind me of those days, when as children, we took turns to sit on you..Art by Amrita Sarkar
