When i wake up in the morning, everything is banausic, getting ready, going to tuitions, then office and so on.. And in the night when i am all set to sleep, that’s when my head starts to work up. I do not think about what I achieved today, what I studied today and all the other things that any motivational trainer might tell u to think. I think about when i grow old, did i do something, or did something happen that will keep today alive in my mind? I make notes of my thoughts in my head and keep looking for time to paper them up. What i most hate about my days is that i do not write enough. It has been very long, and its really tumultuous. I know this is alI very crazy stuff and u’ll think of me as crazy too to have wasted so much of your time in reading this, but I had to tell you that at the end of the day, what u unwillingly do wouldn’t matter and you’ll keep cursing yourself after forty years of incessant suffering about why u did not follow what you enjoyed doing…!! I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the people I want to see.