A dream is the sunshine that tears through dark clouds. A warm blanket to tuck under when the nights get cold. A wish your heart makes on shooting stars and floating feathers. But not all dreams get a chance.
Like the dream Anita saw from the window of the cancer ward. Or the one that escaped Mohan’s lips every night, when he lay down with 6 sibling in the shanty owned by his father, a labourer. And the one that lights up Sulekha’s eyes even as half her face is scarred by acid, a gift from a scorned lover.