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Wishes
We run and hide to be closer to them in the dark corridors of our dreams, like children playing hide-and-go-seek. And when they fail to come looking for us, we set out in pursuit. We search for them behind doors left slightly ajar, dark storm clouds, or the eyes of a childhood friend who in the shadows of our hopes has become a stranger. We seek full of fearful anticipation, afraid that we may find them, terrified that we won't.
Arundhati Roy - The God of Small Things