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I m thinking about many things, about how today Nepal is getting trapped owing to the ongoing political deadlock, and there has been no dialogue and all want to be in power and try to grab lots of opportunities. All these thoughts have tormented my mind .
Time to get some sleep.
Thinking I shouldn't have had four glasses of wine... Nice but struggling to type...:redface::redface:
I am possessed by the specter of Dostoevsky. I am reading now the grand Inquisitor and haunted by Ivan
if only I can sleep stress free..... it would help my mood.....
****ing Yankees! :(
Is it remembering or opening old wounds? Should I call?
Exactly.Quote:
Originally Posted by mono
Don't sit under the apple tree...
That's all I'm thinking.
I got the job!!!! I am offically a film critic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And I managed to make a fool out of myself - one more time!!
Today is Saturday and it is a Holiday and I am off from my daily routine somewhat and I am thinking about going somewhere and after finishing my morning chores I am thinking about driving somewhere. Today though I have lots of time my study less. I have numbers of books with chapters half-finished. I may visit my relatives today and mostly I take holidays differently and I want new experiences on holidays, as life has been more and more compartmentalized, routine-bound and mechanic with the same cycles I want a little bit change in the course of living.
I oftentimes think about taking a long trip and go somewhere out of the ordinary and everyday routine. Something like I read in the novel three men in a boat in which three men want to distance themselves from daily routine and go somewhere far and finally decided to take a trip upstream in the Thames.
Of course I am fed up with everyday routine. Just getting early in the morning, taking a long morning walk, coming home taking a big cup of hot tea, eating heavy morning breakfast and reading newspapers and rushing to the office and doing the same work, commanding and getting commanded in the same usual way, dealing with the same customers, and coming home exhausted and watching TV, reading something and going to bed late and feeling sleeplessness to wake up in the morning with a lot of exhaustion.
Life goes on and on like this for me. I came from a pastoral life and of course life there was a little different from the life here in the city, and there was some different feeling for I was close to nature, and living with cows, dogs, cats, oxen, buffaloes, and working on farms taking cows to meadows to graze was altogether a different feeling and life was a little different then and of course I am nostalgic about them and by comparison I feel then and there I was a bit happier.
Of course seeking after comforts I moved to the city wherein I have all kinds of facilities, but in a way I got burdened too with so many challenges and responsibilities and of course expectations from my parents.
Now after long time span I feel like moving to the village I grew up, and I know I cannot live the same way, yet I can feel rather refreshed there.
Today I have this feeling and thinking.
What in the world is happening?!
I'm doing this assignment and is really short, ridiculously short, only supposed to be 500 words.
In my English assignments where I only need to write 700 words, another horrible limitation to me, my teacher reads it and tells me to 1,000 words at most.
I can do that. It is very restricting though. I'd rather write more.
Anyway, the 500 word assignment I have to do is really stressing me out. Ordinarily I'd write much more than that, but I'm hoovering at 300 and it is seriously disturbing me.
This is extremely weird. Why can't I write properly?!
I'm stressed out...
Am feeling a little nervous about ^ editing my novel... Go easy on me Heathcliff.:eek:
I have the weirdest laugh. . . . . .