Sometimes life gets stuck in a muddy rut and it feels so difficult to just get out of it. That is how I feel when I am at work for the 8.5 hours that I am forced to put in. I had hoped that after my trip from India, I would try to open a new window to let a fresh breath of air that would blow off all the stinky stuff that is wrapped inside my brain, due to near hibernation in these deathly hollows, devoid of any spark of brilliance or creativity; but alas life had something different in the plan that I was so unaware of.
Seconds pass into mintues in agonizing slowness - that is how I pass my hours to freedom. I console myself thinking of the other pleasures of life that I have been granted which probably few others only have - but sometimes that is just now enough.
I want to blog a lot. Everyday I open a few blogs that I really admire and feel why can't i be like them - post new and refreshing stuff daily. Where will all that come when my brain feels like mushy oatmeal cereal with nothing nice in it. It is all covered with thick layers of dirt that hardly lets a new light of idea come out of it.
Oh! God - are you there anywhere listening or rather reading this post? Did I exhaust my pot of luck already? Mera number kab aayega!!!
Phew! What a Frustu post!