Old memories, one leads to another and can restart old conflicts. When I started the blog just the other day, I did not realize it would even amount to spending a sleepless night. One of my favourite hobbies is reading. I was and am still fascinated by authors’ panache with which they write, weaving their innumerable intricate plots, like a spider. Time and again I would dream myself to be the next Best Selling Author of the Century on earth! Even to the extremes of winning a Bookers Prize!!! Ha ha..I tried to dab my hand at it but never got to publish anything! So, publishing my first article on the blog myself, besides dreaming to be a BSA, brought back all other old memories, locked and tucked safely for a looooooooooong time, in the quiet recess of my mind. Like torrents of rain... they rushed and gushed!
Revisiting any old conflict is like waking a sleeping dog; it is not meant for a sentimental fool like me. It is easier said than done, but I am not the kind of person to give up anything easily either. Though, praying and counting sheep could not stop my tossing and turning throughout the night, when dawn came, my mind was calm and I knew that I was not going to quit, the way I quit my GM Diet!
Let the sleeping dogs lie and let me be the child of the present… I hope to sleep like one tonight!
Revisiting any old conflict is like waking a sleeping dog; it is not meant for a sentimental fool like me. It is easier said than done, but I am not the kind of person to give up anything easily either. Though, praying and counting sheep could not stop my tossing and turning throughout the night, when dawn came, my mind was calm and I knew that I was not going to quit, the way I quit my GM Diet!
Let the sleeping dogs lie and let me be the child of the present… I hope to sleep like one tonight!
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