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I crossed the road and entered a large playground. Children were flying kites. An old man by my side asked me, as I was staring into the sky, " What does that kite remind you of ? " " Marks " I said. The old man was confused. So I explained - " With a pull, they both rise." That was the last in my series of dreams. Was I dreaming real things ? or was I really dreaming things ? That's for you to decide. As far as I am concerned, I am waiting, .. for more Dreams to come. - Dr. Ghanashyam Vaidya |
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