To live is so startling, it leaves little time for anything else.

Minutes are ticking by , and I am coming closer to yet another moment I so wish I could delay. As (late) mornings days roll into evenings, and evenings into nights, it hits me when it gets dark. Another day gone by.

The only time it hit me in daylight was today afternoon. Having done the laundry, I started to iron out dad's shirt, he said: " You dont really need to do this... , I l be wearin it under the pullover for the flight.. it wont show anyways". The flight? What flight? Damn. I ve already finished more than half of my Christmas pudding.

Apparently they are still fightin jet lag.. as they sleep on, my insomniac CMU brains refuse to shut down. And it becomes even more painful, just to watch them, as the silence reminds me...

The calm shall return, and the next time, it would last much longer than a couple of hours.

Deep down, I'm pretty superficial

... n I thought so was everyone else, n that I had the liberty to be since I was at the place where peaceful sleep comes to you only once n for all. No time to think, no time to reflect...

The last 1 week has changed me like I never thought anything ever could.
They say I trust people real quick, that I need to stop since I would hurt myself, cause Planet Earth is not exactly a rosy place to be in.
Not all that glitters is gold.. but I discovered gold lying under a filthy layer of grime.. grime built up by you n me, intentionally, unintentionally...until we knew the implications of our words until they become grime over the gold...

This is a tribute to three people in my life who helped me wake up. Too early to drop names, but if you are reading this, you know how thankful I am to you.

I ve just started my journey. I ve got a long, long way to go, before I extinguish my deep-down-superficial-self, and wake up.