This book will be a collection of stories scenes either from my dream (day dream or nightmares) and life experience, which I hope can be adapted to short films in the future :)

Dreams are usually fragmented and have hidden meanings.

If you are interested in contributing yours or polish my scenes, just send me a join request!

P.S. Write down your dream and random thoughts...They can be quite powerful :)

It was the moment I had been longing for eternity. I felt as if the thunderbolts had hit me and cracked my chest open, spilling out my soul to unite with her, and be the one. I no longer belonged to myself as my eyes were locked on her face, my breath was whooshed out of my body and everything was frozen for a moment. The whole world seemed to vanish, and I had a feeling that we have known each other for a very long time. I didn’t want that moment to ever end as I had never been happier before. She had completed me, and I had found my inner peace.

The extent of love and lust is never known. The idea of losing someone you really love is enough to drive the hell out of you. If you can give your life for the sake of your love, you can even take somebody's life for your love's sake. I wish I could define all the types of love and their boundaries.

While the last rituals were being performed before cremation, the shrill voices of the sacred songs were hitting the eardrums of Umakant. The huge smoke from the incenses and the oil lamp were transmitting through the nerves of his nose. The sandalwood on his forehead and the holy water on his mouth was giving him a very cold sensation. And it was just like from a hideous dream, Umakant woke up on his bier. Before he could figure out what was happening, there was a complete state of chaos in the house. People started running here and there. They left the house crying, “Run! He is back from the dead. He is back from the dead.”

I am not anti-human but I like this world to be ruled by machines than by bloody corrupt politicians. Machines are not greedy and they don’t kill their brothers for money and power. They don’t feel and they don’t love but they don’t even take advantage of somebody’s feelings nor do they betray in love.

After all there is only one life for love and one love for life.

They say, “When poverty arrives at the door, Love flies out of the window.” Beggars don’t fall in love and even if they do, who the hell in this world cares? Not all men in this world are born to love. Some of us are just born to hate.

I closed my eyes and all I could hear was voices, voices of hatred. There was darkness in front of my eyes and I wanted to sleep but those voices wouldn’t let me. Those were the voices of my loved ones whom I had failed. I wish I had lived up to their expectations. I wish I had made everyone happy but life is not always fair to everyone. Some born with golden spoon live it happily. Some learn to live through its complexities and some keep fighting till the end with the hope of something better. I fall in third category.