bhaskar saikia

There are days when the mind feels like a tireless traveler, wandering through endless corridors of thought. It calculates, predicts, creates, cultivates. It learns and teaches, smiles and cries, relives memories, and wrestles with agonies. Even in moments of quiet, it hums with the weight of its own restlessness, a ceaseless engine that never truly sleeps.

And yet, with every dawn, the world reminds us of its resilience. A new sun rises on the horizon, casting its light on the same world that yesterday felt heavy, worn, and fatigued. There is a subtle magic in the beginning of a new day—a quiet bloom of fresh energy, a renewal of vigour. It is as if the universe conspires to tell us: even the most weary mind can awaken, again and again.

What fuels this renewal? Dreams. Not the fleeting kind that fade with the morning light, but the profound, audacious dreams that dare us to imagine more. Dreams that stretch the boundaries of our thoughts, that make us rise after fatigue, that whisper of possibility even when the mind feels spent.

Dream big. Dream always. But never dream small. Because it is in the expanse of our dreams that the tired mind finds rejuvenation, purpose, and the courage to keep moving forward.

Every thought, every tear, every laughter-filled memory, every small victory—it all converges into the wellspring from which dreams arise. And as long as we continue to dream, no mind, however fatigued, is ever truly lost.