This is the point where the dream shatters and leaves me pierced and pained with little bits and pieces of it. Again. See. That is why you should not hope. As much as I say that you should look at the world with bright, shiny eyes and nuture dreams in them like they are your very own babies, you should not. It's all crappy optimism that gets you nowhere. We need to get real. I need to get real. I need to stop dreaming. Especially the year-end dreaming. Bad bad time to dream. I don't learn from mistakes, do I. Only a miracle can do the wonder now. And no. They do not happen as often as you would like them to.

On another note. I pray that all in Mumbai are safe. The world is becoming deadlier by the day.