~ Living a Dream ~ The MaNan Way
Thanks Tink... for your tinkering... I now relish a dream... and adorn this post with your creations.. your gifs. Thank You 🤗
Well the words down here wouldn't do much justice to the avis ... but I couldn't stop myself after I saw the avis... So brace yourself for the onslaught of words as they come from this fuzzy part of my mind... 😆
This is for you Tink...🤗

credit to the maker
"You be my Tink and I'll be your Peri
Your gifs be the butterflies... that make me so merry"
*dunks all the cherry tomatoes coming my way* 😆
Okay... Now coming to MaNan... and what they make me do... write.
Edgar Allan Poe
I have always loved this poem... its has loads of pathos in there... about life ,separation and about dream and reality... I could so easily relate it to the phase MaNan are right now in... or Nandini specifically...But tonight as I saw the Babies... I lived the poem in a different light. If Poe had an inkling of 'MaNan', I bet he would have written a few more soulful stanzas rather than stopping two. But with all due respect to the great poet I would like to share my take..right here ...right now.
As we bicker and banter about this being only a dream and not a reality... all I ask is...
For that's the way the journey... from dream to reality starts.
Dreams keeps trickling from the very mind that tend to hold them closely. They slips away... like the very sand that you hold on to as you sit down at the sea shore reliving some old memories or making some new ones. Dreams are but the inner voices that awaken the inner self and fuel the wants,the desires, the passion... they breathe life into us. Guess that's the reason why we never want to let them go. And I saw a glimpse of the onset of one such beautiful dream tonight. And this dream I shall save in the long term memory of MaNanlious mind.
she did more than that...
She lit the flame of hope.
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As she turned her tiny head...
there stood her hope personified...
Smiling at her.
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As he reached out to her...
she reached out too...
Clasping her tiny feeble hands into his firm ones.
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As he pulled her to him...
she let him...
For distances were never their cup of...
Earl grey tea or filter coffee.
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As he twirled her...
she twirled...
smiles etched on their faces...
eyes never leaving each other...
Twirling in the dream called "LOVE"...
For their "HUMESHA"
Thanks MaNan for living the dream ... for with you we hope, hold on, twirl... falling yet again deeper in this warm MaNan Land.
And here's me off to dreaming but not before a bone crushing hug this time around for the lovely people out here...

Till we meet again
Loads of love and hugs
Sneha