Sepia Dreams

I write something very profound and very passionate, and the world is at my feet. Everyone complements me on my piece and I am almost on the way to winning a great prize, a grand award.I am overwhelmed with calls, SMSs, mails, messages on Twitter and FB… the works. Students finally realized that there was more to 'Ma’am' than the utter drudgery of preparing for case studies and presentations. Family and friends are too thrilled and friends who considered me too unassuming and of no consequence earlier now realized my true worth. The better and by now bitter half finally realized that words could be fun if only they were put on paper rather than being fired on him like poisoned darts. The little one is proud of her Mama as much as she was of her own achievements of being the only one capable of spelling “education” in her class. Unable to handle so much of admiration and adulation never experienced before, I awake from my lazy afternoon siesta ( ‘power nap’ would have sounded more inspiring, my friend suggests) and realize that like the fading sun, it was just one of my sepia dreams that I drifted into after writing this miserable piece...