deream is to sit with a bk covered in a quilt when the rains pour doen ,and you view it through the window.

Reality is when it pours your heart is in your mouth and you are sailing through the floods to enter a leaking and flooded house ..............well , and where are the rains with us Indians singing Rain rain Go Away ,they are gone .

But the dates on the Calender are running and the Festivals are coming ................again the dream of sandal smells, and fragrant flowers, ringing of bells , prasad in hand , hands folded with prayer softly on the lipsthat is dream , dhol bajao , festival ayya , jorese bajao , Bhagwan soya , aur bajao , dhol bajao . itis only the beginning .............Dol Bajao .............................