And if you tell me that life’s a full circle..Or a road with curves I wouldn’t disagree. I’d just add that- its a pattern, one that knits on its own. There’s a pattern somewhere. I’m yet to figure it out. Things from the past keep happening again, there’s no set design, but somewhere deep down when you look back, it will all happen in phases..some things repeat, somethings don’t. But the don’ts can be aligned in a pattern..till they become repeats.
Sometimes its difficult to think in one direction..and I often stare away into space thinking of all the things I wish to type here..away and secluded. Even from those who wish to have a peek. But sadly..when I eventually get down to writing..those thoughts play hide and seek, or vanish into thin air. And then I’m looking at this white space, trying to evoke those thoughts, ending up thinking of something totally different in the recall process.
Mindreader..is what I need. Technology are you listening??
The mind is a funny little thing isn’t it? Like a beast you can’t cage, like a child you can’t control, like an ice cream that melts, and water that re-solidifies. It runs away before you can stop and control it, and thinks of endless possibilities when you don’t need them. It provokes, it angers, it sleeps it entertains. And sometimes, it just laughs at your naiveness or nudges you back to reality. At other times it watches from the sidelines, never giving you a clue about its existence. It watches, but never says a word. Probably thats when..the heart takes over. Or umm did I just describe the heart? Sigh.Give Up..Supriya.
Making Mayhem 