The night falls so one can dream; the day appears so one can work to make the dreams real. However, with the passage of time, the demands and duties of life distract us to another path of being studious and punctual, and so the dreams are left far behind, may be in the era we call “Childhood”. As a child, I wanted to make wonders. I took the opportunity to shape my future according to my dreams. Without prior knowledge of electronics, I made science models using circuits and LEDs of my broken toys. Every time I made something out of my scrap hardware, I just wanted to program the electronic chips according to my desire. And when time came, I opted the field of Technology to make my dream true. Only with time, I realized that my priorities have changed from making wonders to making handsome amount of money per month. A simple decade changed my goals and dreams from being realistic and passionate to practical and professional. As a child, I wanted to write poems on almost every natural and scenic beauty. The bright sunlight and clear, blue sky with white, snowy flakes of clouds after rain always inspired me with words. The thick, green coarse of grass on a hill with grey lake at the foot always instilled a wild passion in me in cold, moist winds. The gulps of cool breeze in a bright, sunny day through the windows of school bus with a view to seamless green fields topped with bright, yellow brassica flowers always, always suddenly rushed blood through my body and words, through my mind. On a hot summer day, when the long, narrow, completely deserted road gave an effect of Mirage, it took me to the deserts of Arabia where love is spiritual and affection is pure. In the long hot nights of summer,I always used to feel as a departed lover who have nothing but the memories of the beloved.I wrote what I could write at that time, having a firm belief that with time, I will get better. Only with time, I came to know that my pen has hit with a drought of words. Only with time I came to know that every weather or natural beauty which glorified my poetry has become difficult to be pushed through my rough hard skin to be felt and inspire. Later words came back but feelings did not. As a kid of age 4 I wanted to have a room with huge bed side window through which aeroplanes could be seen flying a little above the height of my house and moon could shine bright and smile at me. This was the illustration of my coloring book which kept me in fantasy and awe. Only 5 years later we moved to a house which was two kilometers from airport and planes used fly over my house. Being 14 years old, I got my room with wall length windows giving a view to the bright moon, which made me feel lonely, and noisy, big aero-planes. As a 14 years old, I wanted to travel to the magical places of this world which I used to imagine in my mind and believed they exist. This was the age where my heart was clenched hard with the dream to get out of home and see the world. As a 9 years old, I wanted to row my boat wearing my shorts in a long, lonely river full of greenery, on a rainy day. As a 12 years old when I first saw, “The Polar Express”, I immediately wanted to visit a foreign country to enjoy snow and Christmas. Later, as 18 years old I read “Night mail” by W.H.Auden which reinforced my dream to travel through train in foreign land. As 7 years old, I read in a story book about ice-cream sandwich and I could only imagine the taste it could give. As an 8 years old, I crazily wanted to go to Disney Land. As 21 years old, I got a fully funded cultural exchange scholarship to study in United States of America. I had a 14 hours from Dubai to Washington, and in the skies, I hardly understood whether it was a day or night. I was placed in North Central College of Naperville, Illinois. The campus had the entrance from a river-walk which was a long river having stoned sidewalks pregnant with lush green trees on the both sides. I saw it, I remembered my dream, I felt nothing. In my third week, I row my boat sitting in my long nickers with cloudy grey sky above me. I sat hours in the boat, I felt nothing. Every weekend,I visited Chicago and traveled through Metra train.I remembered my dream.I felt nothing.I got a chance to see a fair where first cart I saw was of an ice cream sandwich.The taste was the same as imagined but the feeling wasn't. In my Thanksgiving break, I had enough time and money to see Disney World but I chose against it. I remembered my dream to be ecstatic in a foreign land but with my friends in a night club, I chose to regard the dignity of the title I had: Cultural Ambassador of Pakistan. I have lost enough of the moments while feeling the absence of genuine feelings. Only with time, I have learnt that happiness is not necessary, having peace is necessary.