I dreamt a dream, some 7 years ago. The dream was simple. I wanted to write a book. Haha I think it was longer than that that we dreamt that dream where Gurleen and Me, decided to write a book about our ooh very exciting lives, we were going to call it, “Biography and autobiography- by Gurleen and Sumira”. I started writing it as well, but the chapters have now, well, dissipated. Varun thought that I’d make it big one day and got me started some 6 years ago. Wow! It has been six years since I’ve been writing, not all that much, but yeah, my thoughts are being miraculously saved somewhere in this world of the world wide web and attic as it is, one that I’d dust off the dirt from there and find perhaps, beautiful antiques in some of them. And even if they remain unlocked for centuries, I guess it would be okay, because today, if I sit and reminisce all the years that have gone by, I know that there is lovely melange of laughter, music, dancing, crazy dancing and magic there, even if there was some pain there, even if there were some sad sad eyes, I know that we still have a lot of laughter left in all of us. The bones, even if they sound rustic, aren’t old. There is a lot of life left even if some of the smiles are some of the eyes aren’t around anymore. There are a lot of days lefts. That’s what we all live for, isn’t it? The smiles!