The countdown has begun. Thirteen days to the end of yet another year. Time is flying. The year has been a blur. If I were to blink right now I'd see a week pass by. Just like that. But then they say that when you are having a good time an hour feels like a second. I'd love to hit the slow-mo button on life though.
A friend told me yesterday that she didn't think I was the eldest sibling in the family. She told me that I am too carefree for an elder brother. I want to take that as a compliment but I am not sure. I smiled weakly and changed the topic of discussion.
I need my six-seven hours of night sleep. At a stretch. Generally I don't have much trouble getting it too. Also when I am sleeping you'll need to create a lot of noise and disturbance to upset my slumber. Lately though sleep has been behaving like that mistress who visits often but doesn't stay for long and runs away at the slightest sign of trouble. It feels like inside me there is some kind of restlessness of a task not completed; of a call not returned; of a book unfinished; of a friend lost; of a dream unfulfilled.
May be I am not so carefree after all. Caring is important, no?
A friend told me yesterday that she didn't think I was the eldest sibling in the family. She told me that I am too carefree for an elder brother. I want to take that as a compliment but I am not sure. I smiled weakly and changed the topic of discussion.
I need my six-seven hours of night sleep. At a stretch. Generally I don't have much trouble getting it too. Also when I am sleeping you'll need to create a lot of noise and disturbance to upset my slumber. Lately though sleep has been behaving like that mistress who visits often but doesn't stay for long and runs away at the slightest sign of trouble. It feels like inside me there is some kind of restlessness of a task not completed; of a call not returned; of a book unfinished; of a friend lost; of a dream unfulfilled.
May be I am not so carefree after all. Caring is important, no?
