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ries and spoke about time. We shared knowing this too will be lost with time. We were there as mothers but we shared like friends. Quietly we hugged each other through our words. We said goodbye and carried with us a tear and a smile.I saw them looking back through the screen. Kids with questions in their mind. Kids who were there for the love of words. Kids who wanted to be seen through their art. We spoke and shared. I could see dreamers looking back. Kids with stories in their palm. I could see that they are ready to change the world.Inspired by two meets which I attended today. W

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hile in one meet I met my friends in a cafe, in the other online meet I met kids for a project. Both meets were different but the common thing was kids. While in one meet we shared stories about our kids in the other meet I met kids ready to the paint the world with their dreams. In both meet stories happened. And I am happy that we would see the colours soon. It’s always a nice feeling to know that some where dreams are shaping up even now while I am writing this. A poet is thinking about a poem, an artist is mixing colours and a reader is walking in a story. I am happy for the stories which are happening.</article></body>

A Reflection about Dreamers

I met them and we talked about us. They were there too hidden in the conversation. We shared memories and spoke about time. We shared knowing this too will be lost with time. We were there as mothers but we shared like friends. Quietly we hugged each other through our words. We said goodbye and carried with us a tear and a smile.

I saw them looking back through the screen. Kids with questions in their mind. Kids who were there for the love of words. Kids who wanted to be seen through their art. We spoke and shared. I could see dreamers looking back. Kids with stories in their palm. I could see that they are ready to change the world.

Inspired by two meets which I attended today. While in one meet I met my friends in a cafe, in the other online meet I met kids for a project. Both meets were different but the common thing was kids. While in one meet we shared stories about our kids in the other meet I met kids ready to the paint the world with their dreams. In both meet stories happened. And I am happy that we would see the colours soon. It’s always a nice feeling to know that some where dreams are shaping up even now while I am writing this. A poet is thinking about a poem, an artist is mixing colours and a reader is walking in a story. I am happy for the stories which are happening.