Finally the exams are over... WOOO HOOO!!! I got my peace of mind back for another couple of weeks after which, again I will have to put on the hat of a juggler..
Anyways, lets leave this 'talk about me' here.. I am here to talk about 'The Book'.
I had not been able to visit the airport terminal due to my exams and overloaded work schedule ( we are understaffed you see). So, my dear phantom readers, I have decided to go to the airport this week. I promise, within this week... so that Mr. V get to move ahead from the airport waiting lounge he has been sitting in for past two weeks.
He is almost about to smash those ceiling high glass windows and dash towards the runway! Well that is what you might as well get tempted to do if you were stuck inside one space with throngs of people and not get out.. you see the moment remains hanging in eternity. It doesn't move. The lights do not go out, the people remain where they are, like a flash mob that lasts forever. It's almost like one of those nightmares from the movie ' Hell Raiser'.. You are stuck inside one scene for eternity..
Sorry, I am drifting here... Is it obvious that I am very very distracted today? I think it is the giddyness of freedom I am anticipating after weeks of submerged living between the lines.. I mean figuratively ( My bed is piled up with books, pens, papers, chewed pencils and empty packets of lays chips which I am going to have to clear out tonight as soon as I reach home from work..). Ah! I have lists of things planned up for a whole month or so to explore after that caveliving ... :)
Well, back to ' The Book' again.. Yes Mr. V is stuck at the airport terminal. But there are other plots forming in my mind parallel to that. I am visiting hills and forests in my sleep. Sometimes, I can almost smell the leaves and moss even in middle of this dried desert city. Ms. Y is taking me there. I am travelling with her through the dense forests and running up and down the silhouette of hills and mountains. I am seeking the meaning of her existence along with her. Sometimes, I can almost hear her voice murmuring songs, and sometimes I hear her roar with the anger that runs in her blood. I know she is angry and finally putting the pieces of puzzle of her life together.
Let's see how the bigger picture looks like... in time.
:)
With Love
- The Warrior Poetess
Anyways, lets leave this 'talk about me' here.. I am here to talk about 'The Book'.
I had not been able to visit the airport terminal due to my exams and overloaded work schedule ( we are understaffed you see). So, my dear phantom readers, I have decided to go to the airport this week. I promise, within this week... so that Mr. V get to move ahead from the airport waiting lounge he has been sitting in for past two weeks.
He is almost about to smash those ceiling high glass windows and dash towards the runway! Well that is what you might as well get tempted to do if you were stuck inside one space with throngs of people and not get out.. you see the moment remains hanging in eternity. It doesn't move. The lights do not go out, the people remain where they are, like a flash mob that lasts forever. It's almost like one of those nightmares from the movie ' Hell Raiser'.. You are stuck inside one scene for eternity..
Sorry, I am drifting here... Is it obvious that I am very very distracted today? I think it is the giddyness of freedom I am anticipating after weeks of submerged living between the lines.. I mean figuratively ( My bed is piled up with books, pens, papers, chewed pencils and empty packets of lays chips which I am going to have to clear out tonight as soon as I reach home from work..). Ah! I have lists of things planned up for a whole month or so to explore after that caveliving ... :)
Well, back to ' The Book' again.. Yes Mr. V is stuck at the airport terminal. But there are other plots forming in my mind parallel to that. I am visiting hills and forests in my sleep. Sometimes, I can almost smell the leaves and moss even in middle of this dried desert city. Ms. Y is taking me there. I am travelling with her through the dense forests and running up and down the silhouette of hills and mountains. I am seeking the meaning of her existence along with her. Sometimes, I can almost hear her voice murmuring songs, and sometimes I hear her roar with the anger that runs in her blood. I know she is angry and finally putting the pieces of puzzle of her life together.
Let's see how the bigger picture looks like... in time.
:)
With Love
- The Warrior Poetess
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