"In the Whirlpool of forbidden and unforbidden thoughts....
When I try to shut them out....
They envelope me thick like Winter's fog."
I am not a writer.....I simply pour my heart out here in these pages
Monday, 18 February 2013
Rest- Sweet Sauce of Labor
Every evening, with hurried steps I return from my workplace to my cozy home. Usually I switch on the TV and place myself on the sofa with a cup of black/green tea...relax and enjoy my freedom and solitude which have become synonymous with my living. But, as the weekend starts approaching, I am gripped with a vague sense of some uneasiness....experience some sort of tumult propelling me to break free from the routine, from the imposed inhibitions...to become a rebel...to flee to some unknown place with strange faces..... finally, I become a refugee, resolved to explore my own space, from where to derive an ounce of strength to overcome this turmoil.