Whenever you feel worn out, you tend to think of the past days-the days which were full of promise. I certainly feel worn out now, not of anything else but something of my own making. The days have thus become harder. There is no better time than now to regroup.
My UK stay has been nothing short of intense. Besides making me worn out, as said above, in every respect, it has thrown so many different posers and challenges to me. Some latent feelings were brewed, while some were sobered. I certainly enjoyed the most part of it, but when the questions were left unanswered, I felt the distinct unease that I hate. I made a hash of my work life too, making it pound over me like anything. I had worked on it so much in the last few months. A part of it was undone. Thus there is no better time than now to regroup.
Sorry for writing such trash. I don’t want to piffle, but sometimes you can’t help it- especially when you believe that it will be the last time of piffling, and things will change for the better in future. Believe me, I won’t write, or at least try not to write, such abstruse hokum. Didn’t I say before- there is no better time than now to regroup?
