My Favorite Hour of the Day

My Favorite hour of the day? Like to think? It’s not my “me” time. No, not my health club time. Offer it a shot again and go on. Keep trying. Not my sleeping time nor any celebration time. Attempt shot try till you prosper. Quit? Well, to all the beautiful parents, who would have the […]

My Favorite Hour of the Day

My Favorite hour of the day? Like to think? It’s not my “me” time.

No, not my health club time. Offer it a shot again and go on. Keep trying. Not my sleeping time nor any celebration time. Attempt shot try till you prosper. Quit?

Well, to all the beautiful parents, who would have the ability to relate to my belief as a moms and dad. It is in fact the early morning time whereby I narrate previous night’s dream to my child in the kind of a story while on our way to her school. Though, it’s a ten minute short drive from our location yet it’s the most enjoyable and energetic time of the day! Mind it. Simply 10 minutes. Short and crisp.

It is that time period of the day which I actually anticipate each day and wait on it from the time I wake up and oversleep anticipation of next day. It just makes me cheerful when my daughter smiles or offers some sweet expression while listening to these dreams. Remarkably, she is very eager and rather inquisitive in knowing these dreams in information. The moment, I begin my car, she anticipates me to start sharing my dream with her. Sometimes, I feel these dreams end up being quite stagnant or boring but she constantly shares her quota of curiosity and interest followed by her display screen of affection throughout my narrative. I get a pat on my shoulders or a peck on my checks as a reward if a dream actually touches her heart, which more or less happens each passing day.

Even more, what makes me feel quite unique is when she asks numerous questions about the hero/ bad guy/ entity/ scenario explained in the story of my dreams. It makes me rather happy when she learns something new from these dreams and asks me to tell it once again as she actually liked it.

And believe me, it’s all the more fantastic when she praises the dream or tries to associate with it in her own little way. Wow! What a sensation!

This feeling can not be expressed in words. You need to be a moms and dad to experience and cherish this minute each day. Much better than even making countless rupees a day or the sensation of unforeseen acquiring ancestral home!

Often, it is a difficulty to consider a dream as I either forget all my dreams the next morning prior to I get up or there are nights when I don’t dream at all or probably a disrupted sleep. Most of the time, I have to develop a dream or create a story quickly. In some cases, I do my research vigilantly like a loyal trainee or being a far-sighted daddy and come prepared beforehand about the dream or to say the least, get prepared with the principle or the sequence of occasions.

While other times, I have to be spontaneous and make a story of the first thing perhaps that pertains to my mind while speaking with her when she sits in the automobile or something I see in my area at that point of time. Whatever, alternative it is, it feels nice that I was able to successfully translate the concept to a dream or develop the concept in my environments and develop it into a full-fledged dream.

To put in the right viewpoint, I feel I have in fact ended up being innovative now on this front. And I like my favorite leisure activity. God, I wish to continue remaining in paradise and continue to feel quite special till I live in this world.

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