I've lived a quarter of my life rarely dreaming.
I felt done in;
Seemed to have forgotten what it was to dream.
A dream not dreamt is a life not lived.
I dream of busy days, clear nights.
I dream of clever takes on forks and knives.
The plot thickens
Do you care?
My dreams are born and broken,
Dreams torn and forgotten,
lead to nothing.
My window's dark and grey
My chair rests and my towel comforts my dreams
soaked by night, dry by morning.
This is me dreaming,
I am living my dream.
My dream is a safe-house out in the cold wilderness.
miles from nowhere.
Zishaan is a Mumbai-based photographer whose work has featured in The Times, NY Magazine, Private Magazine, The Sun, The Australian, and BusinessWeek among others. He was the stills photographer for the movie 3 Idiots. This essay
is an excerpt from a photo book that he is currently working on.
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