It was a relatively relaxing day, replete with some procrastination. Had to do some editorial work but didn't. Instead did some reading of fiction. I love reading fiction, especially when it is written with ease and feels juicy. Sometimes an author does a lot of research and burdens the story with so many factoids that it's as if the reader must pay for all the struggles that the writer went through.
This novel that I am reading (and will write about it later after I finish it) is not exceptionally written but it keeps you going. In fact I am in the last 100 pages and I have sub-consciously slowed down the pace because I don't want it to finish. But I equally impatient to finish it because it is a thriller. The tug is good.
Went to Nature's Basket to buy a few things for Papa but wasn't able to make it to Vashi today. But will do in the following week.
A heavy work week begins tomorrow. But for today, it was lovely rainy day. I was out at 11 pm and while returning looked up at the sky. It's always magical to see raindrops against the light of a street lamp...pretty shards of fallen dreams. But the sky beyond the coconut fronds were a mix of blue, indigo, and black - like veins under an old person's eyes... there's sorrow, there's wisdom, and there's a silent salute to fate.
Today was good.
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