As suggested by M, I thought I would go for an outing this weekend.. couldn’t manage to register a trek .. ofcourse the work pressure didnt let me .. want to finish things before i go … So to get over the grrr, all i did was to go back to the grandma’s recipe of being the real me .. i took a day out on this sunday.. did no work.. nothing official .. didnt even check my email .. i went to the book store in the city mall .. bought me a book .. had a yummy lunch .. sat in the park outside the mall .. reading a book (the sweetest dream by Dorris Lessing) .. observing ppl without saying a word .. the lawn was full of fountains .. n right above in the clear sky, was the mighty magical moon .. half moon .. water gushing out of the fountains trying to reach the sky …again and again and again .. as if the pull from the moon and the push from the motors was not strong enough .. as if it was trying to pass on a message .. the message to try your best .. with the push and the pull.. to dream the impossible.. to witness the black swan in my life… if it was not magical, it was a very different experience for sure, which i had not witnessed for a long time now .. the kids were running through .. trying to escape the splashes.. they knew they might get wet .. yet they continued .. giggled.. shrieked.. danced .. it was fun to watch them .. it was a different me .. sitting out there and doing nothing .. lost in my own flawsophy (as i would call it ) of life and things …
I usually get over things blazing fast .. a sound sleep does the trick.. but this time it is not being that speedy a recovery.. I sat there for around 3 hours … kinda preparing my new set of items on the bucket list (see the Lamborgini below) .. to do things i used to …
Had to postpone the plan to trek to the month’s end .. snz next weekend will be eaten by Easter and Holi day .. 
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