Hills and mountains remind me of a dream I always had. I dreamed of Tom Sawyer, I was Tom Sawyer. I run away and start living in the hills. I would see a small cabin with smoke rising surrounded by low passing clouds over the hills. I would make up adventures. Adventures that involved goofy caves, dark valleys, fierce rapids and a treasure hunt. I almost believed that I would get live Tom’s sometime after I grow up, a little more. As I grew up Tom got replaced by Famous Five, Asterix, Hardy Boys, Tintin. And then movies replaced books, fiction & science fiction replaced movies, but somehow I always hope that the stories come true. I imagine Godzilla attacking Bombay, Independence Day aliens descending on Bangalore, space ports in Delhi that would take us to the Pegasus galaxy. I mix up universes of stories. Imagine Engineers from Prometheus, Ancients from Stargate Atlantis, Asgardians, Captain Kirk, Spock were all real and were a part of this universe, the one where we live. Isn’t it fascinating to imagine yourself as one of them, an unlikely hero. Who do you imagine yourself to be?
