Shiny little danglers appear as I blink my sleepy eyes. Furling up… disappearing into nowhere… I feel light, slightly woozy… blinking my eyes, real, unreal, it all gets bewildering at times. Frankly wonder why it's so important to keep it real at all. Lying in anther dimension of reality, I can hear the soft sound of my wind chimes. Met a nun in my dream, peaceful, old, beautiful. I remember asking her about how Sister Basil was doing. Sister Basil is a wonderful nun who used to live in the convent attached with my school. I didn’t know her much, but simply adored her. There was a light around her, the type that makes you feel good being around, leading you to quite simply just liking her very much, even if you don’t end spending much time with her. The nun I met in my dreams told me that something terrible had happened to Sister Basil.

Early morning dreams. I’m getting a little superstitious about them. I sms’ed my friend in Chennai about my dream hoping she’d have some news of sister. And there came the reply, sister was suffering from Cancer.

No doubt, felt terrible that sister was going through such an ordeal. There are some people who one feels should never have to suffer, simply because of all the love they’ve achieved in spreading. Can’t really say anything more, but ask God to take care of her. If there is a God. There is right? Dunno. Maybe. Most probably not. Not really much to debate on considering either of the stands are basically based on personal opinions. On this topic, I prefer to have none.

More exams coming up, joined work as well. Been juggling a lot of balls for quite a while now. A little tired frankly, but then this is no time to get tired I guess. Aye, this is afterall, just the beginning.