Is dreaming a crime?

I woke up this morning, with a feeling of absolute disarray.
Like as if my feet were stuck in quicksand & soft waves of water washed over the quicksand giving me hope to get out but actually pushing me further inside. Water was behaving like a villan with a visage which was the epitome of pretention.

And then back in reality someone yelled at me.
What started as a discussion cascaded into a verbal duel in a time span of less than a few minutes. Rather verbal attack. It was one-sided.

I was yelled at for being shallow.
For being a person who is superficial. For being a dreamer.
For dreaming of encompassing things that 'could always happen'. 
For dreaming of a better future.

Now since it was a verbal 'attack', I'm going to clear my stand through this blog post.

Is dreaming a crime?
No it isn't.
If Kekule wouldn't have dreamt we wouldn't have had the structure of aromatic compounds.
The base tune of the Beatles song 'Yesterday' came to Paul McCartney in a dream.
Now coming to day-dreaming.
It's a pivotal thing.
If you wouldn't day-dream, you wouldn't aspire. If you wouldn't aspire, you wouldn't implement. If you wouldn't implement, you would never achieve.

Now for me after step 2 in the above nothing really follows but I have a belief. A belief which tells me that there will be a day when I'll wake up in the morning and will be determined to achieve. That day when I'll start implementing.
And hopefully it won't be too late.

And I know one thing as each day passes, I get closer to THAT day. :)

Lines in Charcoal.

It has been 2 years now. Or 1. No two.
And although at one point of time in life, I felt that I would remember this episode like the back of my hand, I can't. It takes efforts to recall.
It takes me time to arrange all those incidents in my head in a chronological order.
Arrange all those times where I felt my life was worse than a Taylor Swift song.

All those times when a naive, unprepared 14 year old soul felt like it wouldn't survive to see another day.

Okay, this blogpost isn't in anyway to glorify how stupid I was & how much of a jerk you were.
It is just to talk about a life-changing incident.
You. Thank you.
Nothing in the world could slap me as hard as having you in my life did.

Teenagers in 2012, we've a series of hookups, breakups, heartbreaks, but we move over it.  Rather we get too involved in life as we know it.

This was (if I may have the liberty of calling it so) my first heart break.
What makes it different?
Well the fact that I still don't really know what can it be exactly categorized into.

So yes. You changed me.
You taught me to open my eyes to another side to people. You made me realise that the world is not JUST full of colours, it has rather strong streaks of black as well. Lines in charcoal. And those lines, are what defines those clouds of colours. 
You taught me to be meaner, nastier and above all stronger.
You taught me how to feel blessed. (This came later though)
You taught me to deal with problems. You made me egotistical. You made me realise that no matter what problem I'm dealing with, someone else is dealing with something worse somewhere.

You helped me find me.

Apple Mango Cherry Jam.

We are all wired differently. Meant to think differently.
If we all thought that a red apple was a good apple then people would eat only the red ones.
But there does exist a small cross section which loves the green apples.

A cross section that might not eat apples all together.
Another cross section which might eat anything as long as it is an apple.
And yeah stuff like that.

Let's think of this like an apple.
I am a certain type, with a certain colour & a certain shape. My neighbor in this apple crate might be completely different or we might share the same colour or the same shape or both. But there has to be something different. I might turn out to be more sour.
So basically, not like this isn't known to mankind but we are all different apples.
So don't compare two apples.
So learn to accept different apples.
So understand that you & another apple might be same.
So understand that although this sounds weird, it makes hell lot of sense.

Aah sucks. This is what a cold does to my mind. :/