Sometimes our life puts forward important questions like ‘What next’? Searching for answers is hard, they come on their own! ‘DREAMS’- They are the ones which keep us on, life turns crucial after your schooling, when whole world runs behind engineers ,docs etc we seldom find ourselves dragged to it. Still our dreams remains “DREAMS” but at some point of life when we realize our happiness was not what we did these years, it’s painful and regretting; yet we carve for our DREAMS, but some gets accustomed to the unhappiness and turns it satisfactory. But think of the other world when those frenzies go past touching your fingers wanting to be called again, but yet again a world of pressure and a year waits. It’s not losing a year but it’s always the thirst we want to quench and dreams waits. Only few take adventure trip and risk their life a year. Nothing can stand a chance as long as there are lots of loop holes waiting to be unlocked. If it’s the passion and dream running through veins-DREAMS will live again. Remember “IF IT ISNT THIS LIFE-then there isn’t any”....So CATCH your dreams for you have only ONE LIFE, ONE DREAM,STAY HAPPY!CHEERS!!! J

12 years I have seen the boy in stripped shirt and red pants. I was in 2^nd grade then. The daily routine of getting late, sleeping till 7:30am,breath taking sprints to catch bus at 8:00am with a banana and bread in my hand…eating my breakfast in bus, having my hair tied up by my friend., Am all set for school. With such a hurry I’ve never had time to face the morning world. Those busy lives, not until when I woke up early a day seeing a dreadful dream. Crying all the way to bus with pale face, Gloomy and sad through the window of my bus. I spotted a boy in stripped shirt and red pants. Form the 1^st sight I knew he was different. A tall fat guy with navy cropped hair, fairly ugly. I used to spot him every day on the same place same time, it became a daily routine. I’m a kid and I grew curios about his behavior. Each time when I see him questions used to pop up in my little mind wanting to ask someone about him. He was definitely different but he had 2 eyes 2 arms and 2 legs and perfect body but still he looked different and i knew it since 2^nd grade. Years rolled on I was in 6^th grade. A year science became a main. I saw the boy in stripped shirt and red pants on the same place for 4 years now. He stands near vegetable shop with the same black bag. That bag was with him in my longest memory. My curiousness was out of mind now! I still knew he was different. A tall fat guy with fairly notable face; “ok” because I got used of seeing him and I don’t find him ugly.

                          One day I spotted him talking to a small kid, a kid up to his knee length. I wondered what the big guy has to do with the small one. May be the kid wants to hit someone down. Can he be that mean? Gosh I never knew. He is definitely different I knew it! May be he hits his school mates too said my friend. It’s undeniable because if his figure. He looked bad, hard, rough and tough. He was pointing at out bus I hid myself behind the pane. God had he seen me peeping out of window for these years? I’m doomed. I’m not going to school I insisted on reaching home (deep in my thoughts it was him all night) I forgot him when years rolled on. I go alone to school. Yes a girl of 12^th grade. It was until a day I saw him again. He was in my oldest memory; the fat ugly guy, tough harsh boy. I was dumbfounded seeing him in those same stripped shirt and red pants with the same old black bag. I recalculated my thoughts when I was in 6^th grade he perhaps looked a grade of 10^th or 12^th, its way time that he passed out from school. The thought revolved around my mind; if I get to see him one last time. I would ask him for sure.

   One day after school I decided to walk the way home. Just wanted my thoughts to be alone, waiting for a private bus is such a bore. It is never on time. A bus named “white Lilly” stopped by, not a familiar bus though. Bunch of children in stripped shirt peeped out waving with smiling faces. They were more like the guy in my oldest memory. I looked them with curious eyes. Their eyes gleamed with innocence. I was watching them with immense pleasure. Out came a foot pressed sand with a prized medal in his hand; He casted a smile on me, an innocent one. He stepped out all the kids in the bus merrily and joyfully waved at him. Some screaming his name “Tejas” surely he was one, without a question answers came on its own, 12 years I‘ve seen that guy not knowing who he was, yet I’ve disliked him of his figure. The very innocent childish face hearted guy turned out to be in “White Lilly” a school for special children. Even if I step out from my school tomorrow this guy would come in the striped shirts and red pants the very next day for what else could he do? There were many like him on the bus with those innocent smiles helping each other get down the bus merrily waving goodbyes. That was his world of innocence pure and peaceful as a white Lilly and yes he was different!! J