Every morning, I wake up with an urge to do something excellent,Yet every day, I am stuck in the mundane. Today, I wanted to feel success, the worldly success, But my hard work was limited to cherishing solitude. How foolish of me!
It’s a January day and it’s a Sunday, Solitude has a meaning, Even though it’s dark, raining & freezing. We stay in bed, there’s nowhere to go, Thank God for parents who live just next door. The clothes are wet even four days after, The extra room hosts the drying stand, Waiting …
Random musing on a windy Sunday!!!