Placidly sleeping, he dreamt his awakening and in that awakening he lived his life till the end of his days
And so it happened, that in the quiet waters of the calm and serene pond, fantasy’s ripples eventually came back to find the father, whom without grasping of the full reach of his carefree jokes and comments had unknowingly given birth to these said ripples.
Nevertheless, he enjoyed the dreams where he sat viewing from the Very Important People’s booth, relishing his son’s feats, as he wandered among the heights. There, he quietly contemplated the daredevil high flights of who was once his little boy, and had finally become a man, and his heart overflowed with pride.
That was how the three members of the family, each in his own way, were hopelessly entrapped in those dreams, those same dreams that heralded the faraway and distant future of that innocent child.
