i remember very clearly, vividly, a night long back.. once, eons back, when i was a little girl, spending a summer vacation at my grandparent’s house in a small town tucked in a busy corner of a rowdy Indian state, i had woken up in the dead of the night. i was sleeping on a cot, on the open roof of the house, i think with some other people around, cousins maybe. i just got off the bed and walked till the edge of the roof; the wall came till about my shoulders i think. and i just stood there, transfixed, looking deep into the night, thinking, rather, feeling, that my entire life is a dream, that i just dreamed. sometimes i feel that i am in that dream, that that little girl is still dreaming, sleeping soundly, and peacefully, on that open roof.
Ummaahh! Start and finish writing your book ASAP.I pray that the Universe makes every possible adjustment to enable you. :)
when the universe lets me…i will… :)
With little girls…much magic happens with little girls.
like the mad hatter says in the movie, muchness… :)