hip long siesta

the yearly break from blogging does some good. i have forgotten how to spell, and un-twine my thoughts. there is more clarity in the thinking, a little less in the action and lot less in the execution. hope makes a comeback, boundaries of love and sharing have been crossed. people, friends, places disappear in slow motion, facebook, orkut all out! living a claustrophobic existence without the phobia. at 32, life is teaching me to skim the waves, but not delve to deep for fear of drowning in the world's illusory tactile relationships. mellow like vintage wine, and battling lifestyle conditions that bring moderation, makes virtue out of medians and shuns vices with a sigh. to keep at it, like a writer before the block begins to make him a nervous wreck, that is what i want to do. the next post will have to wait until the next year.