Wednesday Blog Word: Choices

They say that the choices that we make, shape our personality and, consequently, our destiny. I say, the choices that we can not make, or those that affect us and yet are not ours to make, shape our destiny.

Tuesday Tumbles

It's only 9:30 am. The weekend daubechary still linger and hammers in my head. Seven hours to go. And can not have McDonald's again, since had it yesterday - plus a complimentary fries I screamed blue murder for. SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS

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Frozen Fire?

There is a silence within me for once. For once, the voices have stopped. Stopped clamouring loudly enough to be heard – for at least some time. Time has gone by… the season has changed. Changed to a horrifying level of angry fire. Fire that is alive within me… within my heart.

My heart tells me to go off and wander, once again. The problem is, I never stopped wandering… never stopped at one place to savour its flavours. There was a hunger, a lust, a greed to wander further and further away from the one thing I was scared of, but the fiery fear froze me.

And so I wander, looking at the springs, the deserts, and I don’t accept them and nor they me.

I wander around but I am not lost. After all, for a wanderer, there is no home, no anchor and perhaps no stagnancy.

There is only fear – and promise what a new day will bring.

Wednesday Blog Word

Two

“Two trees, gloomy water, Saucy Jane and Maggie knows.”

If you have read the famous five, you will know what I am talking about.

Wednesday

Half the week is over. Deadlines have been met. and boredom still prevails, waiting to be overcome. Is there anything such as real excitement in life? Or does everything eventually become predictable and dull?

Humph

Tis another Monday morn. And after a brilliant weekend, it seems somewhat of a letdown to come to the hospital ward I call my office. The tubelights, the upcoming deadlines (some have been past) and half-full - or half-empty? - glass sitting in front of me do nothing to motivate or excite me. But oh well, it is only ten to ten, so maybe there is excitement that may come my way later on in the day. Until then, all I have for comfort is a cuppa coffee.