It must be something else. Not really a crisis…it needs a stronger word... I mean crisis is a daily word…financial crisis, population crisis, even food crisis. This situation is not usual... it’s not a daily thing, not even monthly or yearly. It is once in a lifetime. Correction, first in lifetime and hopefully once! It’s a calamity. It is the feeling of sheer waste. I must be thinking a lot, or too hard. I can simply overlook it, or dissolve in a party or dilute in a trip or mix with a drink…I can even splurge it out in a shopping spree or burn it out in gym. I have done all of that. It helps of course. It helps big time. It keeps mind off them but cannot take it away. I have reached the spot slowly. The spot of bog and one can only get drawn in…Yes I am being pulled. This pulling is time bound ok…You can’t take your own sweet time to escape. You can’t take a nap or wait and chill. You have to attempt to break away. I am not sure you can break out. But how do
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