Time

Time is one one thing which always seems to be less, no matter how much of it we have or take. One week ago, when i reached back Delhi from Bombay, i thought that i have taken enough time. Today morning i realised that i probably need more. Its like when we get up from sleep and even if we have slept for 12 hours we somehow still want five more minutes. Inside we know that the story will still be the same after five or even ten minutes.

I am writing this while listening to a really emotional, romantic, beautiful, in short my FAVOURITE song so i have lost more sense out of the little i have been blessed with. Hence such a strange post. Which will probably have no head or tail. But there is a thought behind. And probably only i understand this thought the best, since its my thoughts i am talking about. But since Geetanjali told when i started my blog that probably il feel "better" through this blog, i thought of writing these random thoughts here. I MOSTLY listen to what Geetanjali says. The only time when i didn't listen to her and told her "Geetanjali I am not asking you, I am telling you" was the time when everything turned upside down. But as she says, everything that happens, happens for a reason & for the best. But Geetanjali was right, which she mostly is, this blog has helped me feel "better".

At times, the whole thought that your thoughts are being read by someone, even if that someone is not that one you want it to be read by, seems to help. It saves you from feeling bottled up. That's exactly how i felt today morning when i got up from sleep. And i wanted to sleep again.

Strange it may seem to be for a person who talks the the whole day. Who is considered to be an open book. Who is indeed an open book by all regards. How can a chatterbox like me feel bottled up? Only if everything in life was exactly how it seems (i want to use the word 'seemed') to be.

Only if there were less questions and more answers.